"Bang!" From nowhere, something hits Ishtar on the head so hard, her eyes slowly black out and she slumps to the floor.
This happens in Pixie's presence, watching, seeming increasingly unbothered.
After a little while, in a dim windowless room in the basement of the house, here happened to take place a conversation between three voices different, two females' and one male's.
"But, using this isn't what we agreed on!"
Holding a metallic rode, a weapon which had just been used to execute the job, Pixie talks against the means her parents had used to subject Ishtar's life to an end, far different from what was in the plan at first.
As both parents toil hand in hand, carrying, moving with Ishtar's body;
"Don't be foolish _ you think we were going to go with your cowardly idea? Forget it!" Pixie's dad argues, toiling with Ishtar's body, lifting it by the legs.
"We had agreed to treat her with chloroform to death, not subjecting her to such a painful death!" Pixie argues as she takes small steps after them.
"Stop taking as if me and your father are heartless!" Pixie's mother, also toiling, lifting Ishtar's body by the hands, intervenes to add on her husband's voice. "Using a metal rode on her head was the best option me and your father came up with in your absentia, just to make sure Ishtar dies instantly, no mistakes."
"You told me to make sure she focuses all her attention on me. And the moment I saw you sneaking inside the room, I started acting so that you can take action, which you took but not as agreed." Pixie seemed not so pleased.
This is because, during a meeting between the three family members which took place in Pixie's parents' bedroom, discussing on how best Ishtar's life can be ended so that they keep the baby as Pixie's, mother and father asked for her opinion which she clearly gave. They all agreed it was the same opinion they were going to apply.
However, on the other hand, in the midst of fronting her concern, she expressed no hurt feelings about Ishtar's death though.
Talking with kindness and sympathy, "Ishtar's life is no more, although she was a nice soul. We had to kill her in a way that wouldn't have to impart too much pain which may affect her in her next life."
Now, father saw a need to bring her daughter back in line, to look at the matter differently.
"Nomatter how we've done it, what matters most right now is the fact that you have won a cute baby for yourself _ you're a mother now and we as your parents are going to be proud grandparents," with a happily smiling face, he informs her.
Pixie smiled back at her parents including her mother who had accompanied the husband in a blissful smile. She was so pleased with such a heart-warming statement from her dad. She felt sweet, gesturing an expression of joy which was coming from the deepest part inside her heart.
In the midst of placing Ishtar's body on top of the table, "unless you want enemies to keep mocking our family depending on the rumors, don't forget that it was your reckless decision to get an abortion which ended up messing your womb!" A good of a reminder, her mom was.
Her mother's statement provoked both tears and laughter.
Pixie, besides her mother's statement, she continued with the conversation.
"It is said that when you kill a person in cold blood, the ghost doesn't rest _ it revenges, haunting whoever was involved to make them loose their peace and others unlived."
After finalising with place Ishtar's body down on the wide table, Pixie's father took a long relaxing breath and said to her, "I think you watch lots of horror movies darling _ there's no such a thing like someone dies _ turns a ghost in the world, bla bla... not at all. They are dead period."
Pixies twisted her face, giving a thought to her father's reply. "Is this why my parents have no problem with taking lives?" Within her head she questioned.
As she was still questioning in her mind, her father too more steps closer toward her, "like we agreed, you'll have to keep away from all of your friends for a full year. You gonna have to stay indoors for this time _ no more going out for shopping in the malls. Your only friend will be your mobile phone, okay?"
Blissfully Pixie responded, "I'm going to be wearing fake tummies for nine months, and every after three months I will take pictures of the pregnancy and post them on my socials. Now everyone will know that am expecting."
"That's our brilliant daughter," said her father, "come here _ give me that hug," immediately Pixie jumped into her dad's chest to warm up.
Mom on the side, happily watched the two.
"What are we going to do with the body now? It shouldn't stay in here for long," the wife inquired from the husband.
He answered, "at midnight, both me and you are going to drive with the carcass in the car to the river side where we shall be disposing it in the heavy running waters of the river so that it is washed far away."
Mother, in a strong voice and a good feeling, she states, "like the motto of our family says," and the rest of the voices from her husband and daughter Pixie accompanied.
"One for all, all for one!"
In combined happy voices all three recited their motto as a united family.
Two hours later, in the middle of a night road, when the sky had neither stars nor a shining moon to light the earth's surface, the Tundra carbine car ran on the tarmac with sharp headlight which chased away the darkness on the road.
On the driver's seat driving was Pixie's mom, and dad relaxed on the passenger's seat, so safe, held tight by the seat belt. In the carbine right at the back was Ishtar's body.
Through the car window, from a distance dad can see the river heavy waters running down the slop. It wasn't long when the car arrived at a certain spot where it parked that night, near the woods.
Together in silence, Pixie's mother and father worked hand in hand to offload Ishtar's body, and carried it through the woods towards the river, where they dumped it in heavy running waters.
After minutes of toil in a sweatshop, Pixie's mom and dad were finally able to get back in the car, ignite the engine and drove off, back to their glass mansion.
On the river, at a hyper speed, Ishtar's body was driven by water for quite a while. Right ahead, here happened to be a big log from a huge tree which seemed to have fallen from the side and bent in the river.
To the narrow branch of the log, the blouse clung, holding Ishtar's body in place.