Her body was a twisted mess, there was blood already pooling around her.
She groaned in misery as we approached, her neck at an odd angle. I knew what that meant.
"Help me......" The words were garbled by the blood in her throat, maybe the bitch would drown on her own blood.
Dad gently turned her head slightly to avoid that happy occurrence, oh well, she could always die from her injuries, I should be so lucky.
I looked down at her and couldn't find the human heart that I knew lived in me, why should I care after the way she'd treated her own child? Even all these years later instead of coming clean she'd still fed me that lie to save face, almost destroying my wife in the process. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck him and fuck her scuzzy drugged out mess of a daughter, I wish I could surround the building with gasoline and strike a match. After putting her back inside with the others of course.
The doctor in me wanted to help, the husband in me said fuck the bitch, she got what she deserved.
"Let's get her out of here, I'll make the call." Dad took out his phone to call the paramedics.
Things had changed drastically, now we had a crime scene on our hands and there were going to be a lot of questions too bad we coding just bury all their asses in the back.
Dad made the call for the ambulance before kneeling down to take her hand in his. That's my father, compassionate to everyone, even those who'd shown none, me, not so much.
By the time the ambulance arrived with the police behind them, the Escalantes had had Celine spirited away, we plight had always been planned to be separate from her parents, that was my call, the bitch had not only tried to cuckold me, but she'd gone after my wife and child, no fucking way she was getting away with it.
Fielding was out of our hands now I'm sure, if she survived he'd be charged with attempted murder, if she died, oh well.
Either way works for me a good ten or more years in jail was good enough payment for him because although he might not have known the truth, he still contributed to her hell.
Anyone expecting me to feel an ounce of remorse for the day's events will be sorely disappointed. I wish he'd chucked both those bitches out the window and then maybe offed himself.
Okay I might have lied to my babygirl, just a little white lie. Though we had nixed the idea of killing them outright we'd certainly planned to make it easy for them to end up dead. Except for the major, we weren't quite sure how far his involvement went so we weren't sure other than to make him suffer with the knowledge of his wife's betrayal how far to go. We'd surmised that with her past coming back to haunt her and the threat of the community finding out that Joann would take her own life; a narcissistic fuck like her wouldn't be able to live with the loss of respect even if they moved like we'd planned. Celine was another kettle of fish, the plans for her were still on course whether her accomplice lived or died.
The cops had a shit load of questions 'what were we all doing there?' etc.
I wasn't too worried about their questions though, between my family and the Escalantes there was no way anything was going to come of our presence here.
There were a handful of witnesses who'd seen Major Fielding throw his wife out the window, a good lawyer could claim duress, but I'm pretty sure the Escalantes would see that that didn't happen.
Needless to say it was a given that the major was going to spend some time behind bars. Doing hard time. It was hard to feel sorry for him in this whole fucked up scenario there had been one victim, Delia, the innocent child who'd done nothing but had borne the brunt of a lie.
He was babbling like a two year old by the time they took him away in handcuffs.
Our presence was simply explained as a family matter that revealed some harsh things, too much for the major to handle and he reacted badly.
Delia's name was never mentioned and if I had my way, it never would be that was the decision we'd all made before, that no matter what she'd had enough.
By three o'clock that evening Joann had been stabilized, she would live but she'd never walk again.
She'd spend the rest of her life dependent on others for her care, let's hope her caregivers were as kind to her as she'd been to my wife.
I would see to it.
As a doctor, I knew pretty much where all the worst places for the infirm could be found, and though we've always fought to put those places out of business, this time I was hoping for the worst for her.
Words simply were not enough to describe how much I hated this woman.
From the hospital I headed to the ritzy hotel where Celine had been ensconced. I called my girl on the way to see how she was doing.
"Hi baby girl, how's your day so far?"
"Great, thank you so much, I can't believe how much I needed this, I got a massage and a facial and..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down baby." She made me laugh, it felt good to laugh after the morning I'd had.