"Zoe! Stop it," The voice I longed to hear shouted from behind me. I glared down at the body that laid under me, there was blood splurting from his nose and lip, the blood on my hand would be a perfect DNA match. "Spencer," I call, as my mind steps out of the trance that I was n and I dart myself to the older boy and fling my arms around his neck. "It's alright now, Zoe. I'm not letting you go."