"Casey." i looked up at him with anger.
"I'll tell you everything, i swear its just alikey he was s-
I stopped his words by grabbing his face and kissing him.
"Casey, i'm so relieved. I didn't want to be carrying that dirt bags children anyway. Tell me everything."
"Ok, where do i start, ok got it, so he knocked you out, right?"
"Yes."
"Ok, well instead of him attempting to you know...."
"Yea yea get on with it."
"He called me in, and forced me to do it, he said if i didn't that he would......"
He had a long pause.
"He would what casey?"
"That he would kill my sister, she means the world to me, although she's with my dad he knew exactly where she was."
"I'm sorry Casey."
"No Aaron, i'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it, why haven't i died yet."
"CASEY! Don't say that! I'm just happy it was you and not him. Because if it was him, i'd sew his head back on and rip it off myself."
"Thats my girl." he kisses my forehead.
The girls knock on the door.
"Aaron you ok in there?"
"Yea you can come back in. We just needed to clear up some things."
I say while looking at casey, he blushes.
"Ok." i see Alex's head peer through the door.
"How about i find you guys a hut for tonight?" says casey.
"Sounds good, we'll talk to you tomorrow Aaron."
"Ok, see ya later guys."
"Bye Aary."
The door closes.
I get up and walk over to the mirror. I look at my stomach and can already see a bit of a bump.
"What am i going to do with you..." I say to it.
I walk away and grab my sippy cup while plopping on my bed and looking at the ceiling. The dull brown wood is quite boring, un like any other dull brown wood, this stuff looks as if it was burned before it was re created.
"Weird." I say to myself quietly.
Pssssss.
I hear someone whisper to me.
I get up and look around. There's nobody else in the room, but me.
Pssss.
I hear again.
"Who's there?"
I hear a tap in the window and find a letter with blood on it.
"Woah, is this the letter that my mother found with my brothers body?"
I opened up the small white slip of paper and found only this..
"Ereh llits mi"
This is complete gibberish. Why did my mom want me to see this?
I walked over to my dresser and mirror and laid the paper on it. i look up at the mirror-
"HOLY MOTHER OF....... JACKSON?"
