I was crouched down waiting for Warren, in the same spot I had been in for the last half hour. My legs ached beneath me, begging me to stand and relieve them. I listened carefully and when I was sure no one was close to me I stood, as quietly as I could, not wanting to give my self away.
I was hidden by the undergrowth as I peered over the edge of the wooden decking. It was quiet, no one was around. Everyone was in their places waiting, just like me, to make sure Warren paid for what he did to me.
I couldn't believe that he had made me believe I killed Honey, the stripper. My blood boiled at the thought. Why would he do that? What possible reason could he have to make me want to believe that?
And Riley was so sure that Anne was in on the whole thing too, but I wasn't. I knew what she could be like, of course I did but she would never do that, especially not to me. She was still Anne to me. I knew the whole Mitzeee thing was a front. I think Riley does too but he doesn't seem to understand she still the same little girl we used to play with for hours on end. The little girl we would follow, never knowing what she was going to do next but at the same time knowing that she would never let anything happen to us.
I think she got it from having to look after her mother all the time, it meant that she thought she had to look after us too. We always knew what her mum was like, the three of us would sit on the stairs listening to mum and dad talking about it all the time, about her drinking problems which would more often than not lead to them fighting and Anne was always a hot topic for them.
When I was younger I didn't understand that it wasn't her fault they were fighting. They were fighting about her so immediately I would blame her. This meant every time I saw her I lashed out. At first Riley and Jasmine didn't understand why I was acting the way I was towards her. They thought I was picking on her because she was different, not because I blamed her for all the fights between mum and dad. When they realised this is why I was acting so cruelly towards her they set me straight and I'd never felt worst about anything in my life.
She was different; yes. A tiny girl with long wild brown hair and big brown eyes, but they weren't cute, just sad. Jasmine and I were bigger than her when we were five and there was a five year age gap between us and as far as I could remember back she had never been taller than Riley's chin. I understand now that it was malnourishment but back then everyone used to tease her about it. And she was always wearing the same old raggy clothes that always smelt of smoke. At school everyone thought she was a bad egg and I'm sure that she must have been picked on a lot, but she never let it show.
She was always kind and caring, always trying to look out for us when she couldn't look out for herself. She was the one to lead us on wild adventures with pirates and witches and one time Jas fell and cut her knee and Anne beat herself up about it for weeks, long after the cut had healed.
I can't recognise her these days from the child she was. She looks so different. The sadness has gone from her eyes and they are now set with determination, but sometimes I look at her and she will be looking at me at the same time and I can see Anne. She still there but Mitzeee hides her very well.
I was still in my hiding place waiting to play my part in our plan to get Warren back but I found that my anger had mellowed dramatically as I thought of Anne getting caught in the cross fire. The others were so sure that she was in on it, would they punish her too? I couldn't stop the pictures of Anne as a child floating through my head. I couldn't understand why nobody did anything to get her out of the situation she was in with her mother.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the door swinging open suddenly and Mitzeee strode out onto the decking angrily. Warren followed her sheepishly, his hands tucked tightly in his pockets as he looked at the floor between their feet.
"You got animal beaten up so he wouldn't talk to that stripper?" Mitzeee turned to speak to him. Did she know?
"I did what I had to do." He said coldly never once lifting his head up to meet hers.
"You promised me." She shouted back, clearly enraged about what he had done. She knew, she knew what he had done to me and she hadn't said anything. The others were right.
"I'm sorry." He whispered and I barely caught it, was she calling the shots? She turned away from him bringing her hands up to her head in despair, maybe she wasn't. She turned to him again holding her arms out. I'd never seen her so riled before.
"Killing peoples just like water of a ducks back to you isn't it?" She questioned and I was struck by the sincerity of her voice.
"Is that what you really think?" He sounded almost hurt, almost.
"Louise," Mitzeee's voice was suddenly calm and collected, "she couldn't keep it together could she?"
"Shut up." Anger erupted on Warrens face, "Just shut up." but Mitzeee wasn't scared.
"That's why she wanted rid of you, and that's why you killed her." She spat out and for a second I forgot to breathe. I didn't know what was worse, the fact that Warren had killed someone or the fact that Mitzeee knew what he had done and hadn't done anything about it.
"I'm warning you." Warren grabbed both her lower arms forcefully and pulled her towards him. She looked petrified; his face was centimetres from hers when he started to threaten her.
"You need to keep quiet about this." His face was contorted with anger and he looked possessed. I wanted to run and help her but I was frozen to the spot. He'd killed someone, she knew about it; and she knew that Warren had made me believe that I'd killed someone. She struggled in his grip but he held onto her tightly staring her down wanting to make sure that she was going to keep what she knew to herself.
In one swift movement, that Warren wasn't expecting, Anne broke free and started to run.
"Look Mitzeee," he dove for her again grabbing her upper arm in what looked like a vice tight grip and pulled her back to him once again.
"You killed her." It came out tough but I could hear just how terrified she was.
In a split second he'd let go of her arm and smashed his fist into her face. The force threw her to the floor where she lay motionless.
I've had this I'm my head ever since I saw this episode. Part of me saw Warren not being able to control himself and hitting her and the camera angle made me think that someone was watching them.