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“I have to go, but I will talk to you soon. Thank you again.”

“Be safe and Landon?”

“Yeah?”

“You do great at your job but you suck at Uno.” A devilish smirk spreads across her face and she winks at me before hanging up.

Allison Evans is definitely not what I expected her to be and part of me is happy because the person I have grown to know and what she has done for me as a friend is something I will forever be grateful for.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Allie

CRASH

I shoot up in bed, immediately grabbing the knife I keep beneath my pillow. My fear intensifies as I hear the loud sound of something moving downstairs getting closer.

No. Why is this happening again?

As quietly as I can, I shuffle over to the corner near the stairs. I crouch down, staying hidden in the shadows.

Footsteps sound up the stairs, and I readjust the knife in my hand and get ready to launch myself at them.

If they come up the stairs, they will go straight for the bed and I can catch them by surprise from behind.

I can do this.Attack, stun, run, find a way to call for help.

The intruder takes a few steps and I close my eyes for a brief moment and repeat my plan.

Attack, stun, run, find a way to call for help.

A man in a black jacket with his hood up stumbles towards the bed and falls face first onto the bed, whispering something under his breath.

This is my moment. I can jump on him, stab him in the back and make a run for it.

3…breath…2…breath…1 GO!

I launch myself like a tiger pouncing on its prey from a tree above and land right on the intruder. He grunts and attempts to turn over, but I slam the knife into his back, right under his shoulder blade.

“FUCKKK!” His body twists in pain and I jump off him before he can trap me under his large body.

Making a run for it, I grab my spare knife hidden under a loose board on the stairs but come to an abrupt halt, my socks sliding on the floor, when I hear the intruder yell.

“Allieeee why!!!”

I spin around and my stomach drops when I see Landon struggling to remove the knife from his back. I stand in complete shock for a moment before his groaning in pain brings me out of it.

Running over to the light switch on the wall, I flip it on and get a good look at the horror scene playing out right in front of me.

Blood covers the gray bed sheets and Landon has tears streaming down his face. Panic causes my chest to constrict and my mind flashes back to my parents.

Blood. So much blood.

My knees shake and I collapse to the ground, my eyes never leaving Landon, who is pulling the knife from his back. He drops the knife to the ground and falls back on to the bed, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

The world blurs in front of me and I try to calm my breathing, but it’s useless. I just stabbed my best friend in the back…literally.

What the hell did I just do?

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