Madison left the school premises with Sheila, heading to the Police station to provide Sheila's testimony and evidence, as instructed by Madison's father.They both confidently strode into the busy station, their stride confident and faces set in determination.Stepping into the empty elevator which would whisk them up to her father's office floor, Madison glanced at Sheila, her eyes clouded with doubt.“Tell me the truth,” Madison started, her gaze fixed ahead as she talked to Sheila. “What truth?” Sheila replied, her tone neutral, but her eyes wary of what else she wanted to know. The question had caught her off guard. She thought she'd convinced her enough of her intentions.“The truth about who you are.” Madison stated without looking at her, her face and tone stern. “The truth about why you're doing this.”“I don't get what you mean.” Sheila replied defensively, her tone low, “I told you, I want justice for Jordan.”“You must think I'm stupid, don't you? I know you were never f
“What do you mean, alive?” Sheila finally broke from her frozen state. “That piece of shit survived!?” She exclaimed in her thoughts, while trying to mask her vexation with furrowed brows that indicated perplexity.“You don't seem too happy about it,” Agent Salts inputs as he interrupted her thoughts, leaning back against the wall at the edge of the room.“What?! Dad, this is great news! I'm just so surprised because I saw him…” Madison trailed off in mixed excitement as her father interrupted.“Not you. Your friend.” Agent Salts narrowed his gaze at Sheila, who was seated with her fingers intertwined on the table. All the eyes in the room, including Madison's, fell on her as she sat in awkward silence.Sheila uttered deliberately, “I'm happy Jordan survived. I'm just a little bit shaken up and surprised, that's all,” her tone unsteady.But she quickly recomposed herself, “My God, Maddy, Jordan is Alive!” She exclaimed as she turned to Madison, her eyes gleaming with forced excitemen
As the video resumed, all the eyes in the room, excluding Sheila’s, focused on the phone screen with intent curiosity.“What are we looking at?” Agent Salts asked as he watched the video. “I uh… made a video recording of the whole thing, just in case she went ahead with it.” Replied Sheila, her tone unsteady as she resumed picking her finger well manicured nails.Detective Williams raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, then resumed watching the twenty eight seconds video. Sheila wasn't seen in the video but Kimberly was there. In the video, Kimberly was dressed in a black t-shirt and baggy jeans. She was with Jordan and they were both in the classroom together. Kimberly seemed to be confronting him about his actions and his claims to love her. They seemed to be having a serious argument, raising voices and pointing fingers, their expressions screaming anger and rage. Jordan was seen standing close to an opened window.When suddenly, in one swift and violent push, Kimberly hurled Jo
On hearing the last unexpected sentence from Officer Drake, Sheila's eyes widened in surprise. “Damn!” She blurted out loud.Madison's gaze snapped towards her. “What!?” She asked softly, her voice trembling with unease as she was still on edge from the tense interrogation and the stern look she received from the officers in the room, including her father's.“Officer Drake is Jordan’s father.” Sheila stated, as her lips curled in a sly smile, her eyes glinting with intrigue.“You knew, right? No wonder he was being so serious and grumpy.”Madison's brows furrowed together in awe. “What? No!” She frantically shook her head.Sheila jerked her head towards her. “What do you mean no? Wasn't he your boyfriend?” she pressed, giving her an intent glare.“Yes!” Madison exclaimed softly. “But I never met his father, he was very distant and Jordan didn't have a good relationship with him.” She revealed, as she nervously narrowed her gaze back to the interrogation room. “But, how did you figure
Meanwhile, across the town of Lunadelephia, at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly was left utterly stunned in the cramped motel space.She deliberately turned her back to face the now shut door, and a strong wave of DéjàVu crept into her bones. Last time she was locked in a confined space was by Jordan, a boy she trusted, who was now dead — she thought. Recalling the horrific event that transpired afterwards made her shudder. Now, a receptionist, whatever her motive was, has locked her in the motel room she paid for. Her mind spiraled in a flurry of questions, but none she could figure out the answer if she didn't ask.Fear? She felt none of it, but she was indeed perplexed. All she desperately needed was a meal, a warm bath and a bed to lay her tiresome body to sleep. But it seems the whole world was against her. First, Jordan, her so-called crush, delivered her into the claws of a beast. Second, her family turned against her, and her mother attempted to kill her. And now, whomever she c
As soon as Sheila found out of the hospital location Jordan was at, she headed for it immediately. “Lunadelephia Health Facility, that's where we are going,” She firmly said to Madison who was scared and perplexed out of her mind, and Sheila reveled in it.Madison resisted the urge to ask why as she was still scarred with fear. Her heartbeat had been escalating ever since she heard that animalistic growl that emerged from Sheila's vocal cords, and the otherworldly light she saw that glowed from her eyes. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel as she struggled to keep her calm, driving in silence.A few minutes later, she arrived at the hospital. Sheila grabbed her phone, turned to face Madison, her face grave as she said,“You're gonna stay here till I come back, you hear me?” It was definitely not a question, nor a request.Madison didn't respond, she only nodded briefly, shuddering in fear. Whoever, or whatever Sheila was, she was indeed dangerous, that she had been certain of,
“BANG BANG BANG!” Came the loud knocking on the wooden door, jolting Kimberly awake from her deep slumber.Warm rays of sunlight pierced through the slightly opened small window. She stirred, realizing it was now the dawn of another day. As she sat up, her bones creaked softly, reminding her of her prolonged rest.Groggily, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting them firmly on the ground. Rubbing the sleep of her eyes, she stumbled to the door, her annoyance brewing with each step. “Who's it?!” She yelled, her irritation evident in her tone.“Room service!” Replied the stern voice that emerged from the other side of the door. The voice sounded quite familiar and Kimberly suspected it to be the motel receptionist who had locked her inside the room she paid for and vanished with the key.Without any hole on the door to look through, she just leaned against the door. “You literally locked me in here, so how about you open the door yourself!” she yelled, her frustration mo
Still holed up at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly's mind raced with memories. She flashed back to the last time she saw a syringe - the one her mother wielded, injecting a substance that disrupted her system. The memory ignited a firestorm of panic and rage within her.“Get that away from me!” Kimberly spat at the receptionist, her eyes fixed on the syringe held mid-air.The receptionist, seemingly unfazed, nodded to the man beside her. “Hold her firmly,” she instructed, her voice firm and detached.The man stepped forward, his menacing gaze locked onto Kimberly, his eyes cold and unyielding. His presence seemed to shrink the space around her, making her feel trapped and vulnerable.In a swift and brutal motion, he seized Kimberly and shoved her into the room, making her stumble backward. Before she could regain her balance, he grasped her by both arms, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he held her in a strong grip. Kimberly struggled to break free, but his hold was unyielding.