𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝
After coming home one night from sneaking out to a party, seventeen year old Sabrina finds her mother, father, and sister dead. While FBI agent David Rossi investigates this case, he cracks it a...
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TW: DRUG USE
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Sabrina Woods
I clasped one hand around my mouth and the other over my chest as my eyes adjusted to the figure in front of me.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I whisper-yelled.
KJ's eyes widened as he looked at me and turned away slightly while he answered. "I- I've been trying to call you. We need to talk."
At that moment, I realized I was stark naked. My cheeks heated up in an instant and I grabbed the robe that hung next to the shower stall.
"Usually when someone doesn't answer the phone, it means they don't want to talk." I muttered, crossing my arms defensively over my chest.
He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.
"It's important."
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "So you climb through my bathroom window?! At least come through the hallway window, you'd have a better chance of me not walking through there naked." I muttered.
With a frustrating jerk of my hand, I motioned for him to exit the bathroom.
"What are you doing hanging around Nix Dalton? He's bad news." he asked as he placed himself on the edge of my bed, his eyes roaming over the spilled contents of my purse.
I rolled my eyes. "KJ, this is literally not the time. What is so important you couldn't come to the front door to talk to me about?" I asked in annoyance.
"We have to talk about Sam." he said slowly, quietly.
My chest instantly tightened and I shook my head quickly, closing my eyes.
"I can't right now." I said.
"Sabrina, you-"
"I said I can't!" I exclaimed, my heart hammering against my ribcage. "I can't. Not.... not right now."
We stared at each other for a moment, my mind reeling once again with thoughts of my sister.
"When, then? Is she no longer a priority to you?" he asked, malice laced like venom in his words. "When did you stop caring?"
My blood began to boil as I clenched my fingers around the chair I was sitting in.
"She's dead, KJ," I said lowly, a ringing beginning to sound in my ears. "I have to worry about the living, right now. And right now, everything has gone to shit."
