"okay. just let me go in first, gimme a few minutes."
the frell watched as deena and josh nodded as she pulled her keys out her pocket, opening the car door. she took a deep breath as she walked towards the door, worried about what the woman's reaction would be.
just as she put her key in the first lock, the door swung open, an angry expression on her face as she stared down to josie. "what the hell, jo? you hung up! you had me worried sick." the woman scolded, grabbing onto the girl's arm to move her inside.
"no, stop it!" josie exclaimed, yanking her arm back. "i.. we need your help."
"we? who's 'we'?" she questioned.
josie turned her head, looking back towards the vehicle, where deena and josh were stood near the trunk. "just come here, you have to see this. you were right. it's not over." josie spoke, turning around, hoping that her guardian would follow behind her.
deena nodded to josie, the girl nodding back as a signal to open the trunk. the older woman's walk was slow and careful as she scanned her surroundings, her slender fingers tapping on her outer-thigh.
the woman glanced down, spotting sam in the trunk, struggling against the wiring as she snarled. "no! no, no, no! you two need to leave right now. you have no idea what you are doing. i am not letting you put jo's life in any further danger. come on, josie." the woman stated, grabbing a hold of the brunette's hand.
"no! stop it. these are my friends, i care about them. and you're going to help us save sam." josie argued, ripping her hand away from the woman.
"no, i am not. and neither are you. your mother is rolling in her grave right now, i know she is." christine scolded, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "you need to get that thing off my property and hope the two of you don't die as you leave!"
"her name is sam. and you are our last chance! the witch-"
"no, i'm not dealing with the witch. josie, get inside now." the woman ordered, pointing at the house.
"i'm not going inside. not until you say you'll help sam." josie proposed, intertwining her fingers with josh's. "i'm helping these people, whether you want me to or not. so, you have two options, help us and protect me, or we'll figure this out by ourselves."
"why couldn't you just listen to me, josie. just.. just keep her away from major tom. you two deal with her, josie, follow me. now." christine stated before returning to the house.
the girl looked back, smiling at josh before following after the woman. she picked at her fingernails as she entered, finding christine stood in the living room, staring at the clocks.
"okay, before they get in here, tell me what happened with avery." christine said, looking back to the frell.
"i found her this seafood storage room, she had.. she had the bonesaw. but it was her, it wasn't like before when she was just some mindless monster looking for sam's blood." josie explained.
"what do you mean?" the berman questioned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"she spoke to me. she said she loved me, she told me goodbye, that she was sorry." the younger girl whispered, watching as josh and deena drag sam into the house.
"i didn't.. i didn't think that was possible." she whispered in response. "look. there are parts of the story of what happened that night that i never told you. just, please don't get mad at me."
"if it's something that could've saved my friends, that could have saved simon, if i had known, i'll have the right to be pissed, c." josie answered, moving away from the older woman to find major tom.
she returned to the living room, finding josh and deena sat in front of the coffee table, watching as christine pulled out the journal. the young girl sat beside christine on the couch, the dog already falling asleep in her lap.
"in shadyside.. the past is never really past. this was july.. 12th. the summer of 1978. the first day of camp." christine started, pulling out a polaroid that had been marked with the date, three girls were visible in the picture, stood in front of the camp sign. christine and cindy berman, and avery frell.
