Murdered by a saint.

A mothers Sister

-JC-

"When do you think she'll wake up?"

"SHHH! Shut up!" I heard two very fuzzy voices bicker back and forth.

"Don't tell me to shut up you fucking bitch!"

"I said be quiet, fucking cock breath!"

"You would know!" I heard a sudden loud slap.

"Rude much?.."

"Your fault not mine"

I began to slowly flutter my eyes open, everything becoming a little bit more clearer. I saw a tall dark silhouette, hovering above me. When I finally could see clearly, I felt my heart drop down to my stomach.

"Oh JC! Thank goodness your ok- "

"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" I watched as Tristen's eyebrows pushed together in confusion, and he slowly retracted away from me. Sitting back into his chair, I pushed myself up and felt an extremely soft fabric beneath my hands, as I looked around I saw I was laying on top of a long sofa covered with silk sheets in a warm room. The walls were a deep shade of purple and plants lined every corner of the room, even vines entered the room through the windows. I took in a full view off the room, as I shifted my head to the side, I froze.

directly adjacent to mine another silk covered sofa resided, but what made my blood run cold and my hypothetical heart clench was who was laying on it. Slowly I lifted the blood red silk sheets off of me, allowing myself to throw my legs off the side, as my feet hit the grass floor. I lifted the rest of my body and slowly began to walk toward it, where the step siblings hovered above her. When I finally reached her I felt my whole body start to quiver and shake. Before I could move my mouth to utter her name.

"Jennifer.."

Her eyes were closed and I allowed my mind to wonder into the worst possibility's, feeling my emotions change and morph like a piece of clay, much faster then I could process. Until I finally allowed myself to settle on one emotion. I heavily lifted my eyes upwards, before I launch myself forward and pinned him to the ground.

"I trusted you with her!" I scream into Winter's face before smashing my fist into it.

Anger.

"JC stop!" Layla screamed at me. But I didn't care, she was next.

He didn't do anything to stop me, up until I had punched him for the fifth time, when I caught a glimpse of my hand.

All my fingers except my thumb had broken off, just as shattered glass of a porcelain doll would. A thick black tar substance oozing out.

suddenly I was thrown and my back slammed into a wall, I heard a piece of it shatter and I felt the warm liquid slowly dripping down the crevasse of my back. I squirmed in disgust until I felt and huge hand wrap around my throat, Lifting me up to where I could no longer feel the ground. I allowed my eyes to drift downwards where my eyes met Winters. A few brief moments of silence filled the room until he finally twitched his upper lip, and I knew he was about to speak.

"Are you done?" He slowly spoke out, in the same tone a adult would speak to a misbehaving child. Without saying a word he continued. "Okay first of all lets get something straight, " His eyes grew five shades darker and became so sharp they could pierce the souls of many. "Don't you ever, ever, EVER insinuate that I would ever allow something to happen to her!" He screamed so loudly that it could shake mountains, just as it shook the room. "She's perfectly fine, she's only under a brief sleep alright? Now that I've gotten that out of the way.." He began to trail off as he slowly set me down on my quivering feet. "You need to talk to Stacy.. NOW." He finally finished as he turned his back to me and started off toward the large wooden doors opposite off us.