Jess's P.O.V
I knew Tamara and Chelsie hated me, but waking me up at 2am in the fucking morning by chucking water over me is ridiculouse. But now Blair has come in and had ago at them, there gonna hate me more now. "I'm so sorry Jess. The girls are never normally like this" Blair said picking up them wet bed sheets and shoving them in the landing. "Where am I gonna sleep? The beds drenched and theres no where else"? I asked shyly. He thought for a moment before saying "Tamara's bedroom. She has bought herself a night on the couch anyway". SHIT! "Its fine actually. The bed isn't that wet" I said, hoeping it would change his mind. "Don't be so silly Jess. Your sleeping in her room and thats final" He demanded. I couldn't argue with the man who gratefully adopted me over a stinking bed sheet. "Tamara get in here"! Blair shouted. I think she was asleep because no reply came from her bedroom. "I will be back in a second honey, let me just go and wake her up" Blair said. I nodded. I could here there conversation from in here.
"What do you want dad?"
"Your sleeping on the sofa tonight and don't even try argueing with me! If I wasn't so tired I would have had a conversation with you already! I will speak to you in the morning! This behaviour is totally un-exceptable Tamara! I have no idea what has gotten into you"
And then the bedroom door slammed shut. After 2 minutes of waiting for her to come out the room, she appeared in the door frame. "Touch any of my stuff and I will fucking kill you" She whispered so Blair couldn't here her. I nodded and walked into her room. It was massive! There was a double bed that had pink sheets and duvet. The TV was a flat screen. I thought my room was good, her's is amazing. I accidentally dropped my toothbrush under the bed so I leant down and tried to find it. But instead of grabbing that, I pulled out a sharp blade with fresh blood on it. Was this Tamara's?
