"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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"Psst. Wake up, Valerie." Someone whispered my name as well as shook me.
I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to my dark room. After all of my senses returned back to me, I woke up with a jerk and looked at the face of my roommate who was alarmed and terrified.
Tracy was all sweaty and clearly looked worried. I got up from the bed and stood in front of her, trying my best to read her expressions. I also checked the alarm clock to see if I overslept, but the time indicated three in the morning. So, I shifted my attention back to her and gave her a confused look.
"What is wrong Trace?" I asked, stifling a yawn.
"I think someone broke into our apartment." She frantically whispered.
All of the sleepiness left my body as she completed her sentence. My body kicked in the fight or flight mode and adrenaline rushed in.
"What?!" I whisper shouted.
"Listen." She pointed to the door. "I can hear someone in our living room."
I walked towards the door and pressed my ear against it. There was dead silence since it was the middle of the night. So, I could hear every small sound coming from my surrounding area, hell! I could even hear my own heart beating as if it was trying to win a race. Along with the minute sounds, I also heard the noise Tracy was referring to...someone was rumbling in our living room.
"Dial 911 and be ready to press the call button just in case." I ordered her and she nodded vigorously.
I scanned the room for any object I could use to defend us. My eyes landed on a small show-piece of a wooden doll and grabbed it. I wrapped my fingers around it tightly because I did not want to lose grip when I actually had to use it.
The sound stopped and so I pressed my ears against the door even more. After paying careful attention, I heard someone opening Tracy's room door and I swear to god my heart skipped a beat as my mind started jumping to the worse case scenarios.
Later, I heard the footsteps approaching my door and prepared myself to fight this person and protect the both of us. I gave Tracy an assuring nod and she just covered her mouth with fear. I stepped back from the door as I saw the doorknob moving.
My eyes were darted one the floor as the door was slowly opening, making a creaky noise. I gulped the lump formed in my throat and swung the statue with all my force at the unknown person.
The both of us heard a thump as the robber fell on the ground and groaned in pain.
"Jesus Christ!" A familiar voice yelled. "It's me! Christopher."
