Chapter 17: Where Did The Party Go

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•Bridget's POV•
"But, Jessica," I try and say.
"Don't you dare call me Jessica Marie Trohman, Bridget Mae Elizabeth Westerfield!" I cringe at the sound of my full name. "That is not my name anymore. My name is Jessie Roland and you'll call me mom! Is that clear, Bridget?"
I clear my throat. "Yes, mom," I say with regret and venom lacing my voice. Jessica hangs up. I think, "I don't want to do this."

•Jakayla's POV•
My phone starts ringing. I pick it up and see it's an unknown number. I answer anyway.
"Jakayla! You need to get Joe, now! His sister is evil. I don't want to do this to you. I'm so sorry, Jakayla," someone rants.
"Bridget! It's okay! I'll get Joe. You can talk to him, okay?"
She sniffles, "Okay. Thank you."
"Joe!" I yell. Joe comes running into the room.
"What?!?"
I hand him my phone as I say, "It's Bridget. She says your sister is evil and she's sorry."
"Bridget?... Yes, this is Joe... What do you mean Jessica is evil?... Alright... I thought she was in the mental institution still... She escaped?!?... Okay... Yeah... I'm calling the police... Where are you?... 2492 Jackson Drive Los Angeles, NV? Alright. We will take care of this... Take care... Be careful... Good luck..."
"What did she say?" I ask Joe.
"Jessica is after you for some unknown reason."
"Well? Call the damn cops!"
"Jackie, don't swear."
"Sorry, Uncle Joe..."
"It's okay. I'm calling the cops now."

(A/N Jakayla's POV is a flashback.)

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