"Do I even have the words to describe Fallon Bell? She's an arrogant, selfish, pretty girl that gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Side by side, Astrid and Fallon are twins. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a perfect feminine body.
"Fallon's bisexual and makes a terrible example of what the queer community is. She sleeps with anything that breaths and is a bitch about people not being sluts. She wears crop tops that are too revealing, underbust and overbust. She shorts barely cover her lady parts and ass, and barely sit above her waist. Ten more pounds of makeup and a poor household would make her a hooked.
"She tried dating Jeremy before Jeremy and Astrid were actually dating, but Jeremy doesn't like sluts. For this, Fallon hates Astrid and is constantly trying to break her and Jeremy up. On top of that she tried seducing Grey several times. I don't know why she's in Astrid's friend group. Everyone hated her.
"Fallon has a fear of erratic holes and patterns, so nature. She's thrown up every day of the trip, and not just because of the deaths. She hates nature. She's plastic and loves her plastic home. She is fake and hates anything that's not herself.
"Jeremy and I woke up the next morning on the mattress in truck. He was on top of me, playing with my hair when I opened my eyes. I beat the bitches to Jeremy.
"For the second night in a row, the dead flesh never got cleaned up. Neither Fallon nor Astrid were coming out of their resting areas unless forced to.
"We dragged Fallon into the RV, who screamed and clawed at us the whole way there. Once Fallon and Astrid were seated, Jeremy tossed the keys to me and exited the trailer. He closed the door to the truck and got in the driver's seat, starting the vehicle and pulling in front of me.
"During the night we agreed we'd bring the girls to the shed we went to and kill Fallon there; and make Astrid watch.
"I started the trailer and followed Jeremy to the shed.
Debra twirled her hair and stuck a piece in her mouth. Jacob jumped when he heard something shake the bars behind him. It wasn't illegal to talk to your cellmates in jail, but Debra wasn't ready to confess to the murders yet, so she shut up when a guard walked up to the cell.
"Jacob?" the guard asked, looking at the twig boy.
Jacob nodded.
"You have a delivery."
The guard passed a small, yellow package through the cell bar. Jacob reached out to receive it and thanked the guard. The guard walked away after nodding in Jacob's direction and making suspicious eye contact with Debra.
Jacob started opening the package but was stopped by Debra. "Do you know why you're in prison?" she asked him.
"I don't remember anything before all this." Jacob looked down at the package and wondered what it was inside. He'd have to conceal his curiosity as Debra took it from him and started talking again.
"Jeremy pulled in first, making enough room for me to pull in. With the supplies in the truck, there was a little extra room for everyone. I pulled in after him and turned off the RV. He entered the RV and told Fallon and Astrid to sit in the middle of the shed.
"The shed was in town, but it was a small, farm town and too far away for anyone to hear any havoc that would take place later in the night.
"Fallon and Astrid followed his instructions, cowardly exiting the trailer and sitting on the cold concrete by the two large vehicles. Jeremy closes the shed door and locked it to prevent them from leaving.
"The girls were tied up to the driver's handle on the truck with some extra rope. Jeremy took me into the RV, making sure to leave the door open behind him. He had me strip to just my bra and underwear and had me wait on the bed. While I did this, he opened all the windows, leaving the blinds down. He called out Astrid's name, which she responded to.
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Angels of Disaster
Mystery / ThrillerAstrid James is perfect in every way, which Debra James hates. Their mother can see the sibling rivalry, so she sends them on a camping trip to fix their issues. What was supposed to be private trip for just the sisters turns into a week-long slumbe...