"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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I came home and spent some time with my mom. I told her about the conversation with Mrs. McAllister and she comforted me and told it was okay to let my feelings out. She had been very supportive of me and always kept checking on me.
After crying till my face felt numb, I finally stopped and washed my face with cold water. The doorbell rang, revealing Jordan who had a soft smile on his face. I let him in and was leading him to the guest room but he caught my arm, making me halt.
"What?" I asked him in confusion.
"I know that you and your friend have a suspicion that I hurt Rosalind, but I swear to god that I had absolutely no intention of hurting her." He admitted.
Well, that was pretty direct.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, still feeling confused.
"Because I just don't want to be known as Rosalind's murderer." He muttered, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Okay. I understand." I nodded and walked to the room.
Just after some time Brianna and Lenny came together and we were in the guest room staring at the blank white board and another one with Rosalind's picture. There was also a notepad with a pen and a normal lined book.
Kelly was writing something on the board with the marker while Blake was observing Jordan, Lenny and Brianna. One thing I noticed about him was that he was generally quiet and his eyes always had the emotions of curiosity. They roamed everywhere, sinking in the surroundings. His aura was also cool and calm, but at the same time, he had the capability of being brutal.
"Why do you look tired, Brianna?" Lenny spoke. That's when I noticed that Brianna looked sleep deprived and exhaustion was written all over her face.
"I'm not." She denied.
"Honey, your eyes SCREAM tired." I added.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, before plopping on the bed. "Fine. I am tired. Everytime I close my eyes, I see Rosalind's ghost."
Jordan snickered at this earning a glare from me and Lenny and then coughed after clearing his throat.
"What?" I asked her with disbelief.
"Well yeah. I think she is haunting me."
"Brianna, no." Lenny just shook his head.
"You wanna contact her with a Ouija board?" I offered.
"Isn't it supposed to be dangerous?" Jordan asked.
"We will never know till we try it." I shrugged.
"Nobody is using a Ouija board. Ghosts don't exist. Brianna is in denial, so her mind is making a fragment of Rosalind in the process of comforting her." Blake spoke and that was honestly the first time I heard his voice. It was raspy and kinda sexy.
