A mother's desperation

The sound of her heels clicking away was like nails in a coffin, the final nail in the coffin of our friendship. I was alone, in the dark, with Adrianne looming over me. I knew that I couldn't trust Rachel anymore. The only thing I had was the hope that she hadn't completely turned, that there was some semblance of the person I knew left in her. Adrianne remained silent as Rachel spoke, her eyes never leaving my face. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of indifference. I wondered if she was enjoying the show, or if she was just biding her time, waiting for her moment to strike. Once Rachel's cold laughter had faded into the background, she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "You're pathetic," she murmured. "Begging for the life of that little mistake you call a son." "He isn't a mistake, I yelled back, my voice cracking with rage. "He's innocent!" Adrianne's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she took a step closer to me. "Innocent?" she echoed. "That little bast