CHAPTER FOURTEEN

**Jenna's POV**

"Who's there?" My voice echoed in the parlor and the next minute the lights were turned on while Ginger stood with hands akimbo, glaring at me. I first heaved a sigh of relief.

"You scared me." I didn't have the chance to think about anything else as I walked to my room, tiredness loomed all over me, I couldn't help but crave my bed.

"The plan wasn't to excite you though." Ginger muttered sarcastically. I didn't bother responding to her, I just got in and threw my bag at on the little couch close to me. Today was a long and exciting day though, I hopped on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

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This can't be! Why is my hands stained with blood? Oh no.... I didn't kill them right? I couldn't possibly kill them.

I looked at the dead people in front of me with horror filled eyes. My dad was dead and... I killed him? Roberto? Williams!?

What's happening? Moon goddess please I hope this is a dream.

"What's wrong you with you? You've been squealing since 5:00 am!" I opened my e