Chapter 10

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Don't go in there!" Callie screamed at the TV in terror. "Omg, Liz! Do something!" she yelled, diving on me and crushing me into the sofa. "Cals, you're killing me," I gasped. "What do you want me to do? Go in the TV and asked him nicely to stop terrorizing people?" Trying to escape from Callie, while shielding my eyes from the horrific blood bath going on the TV, was an impossible feat altogether. I was at her house for a movie night. We somehow ended up deciding to watch some creepy movie about a doll going on a massacre. I finally managed to get her off me and shot her a glare. "I wanted to watch Endgame, but no," I shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her, "You had to choose the most horrific movie in history!" "Don't blame me," Callie whimpered while we sat there shaking like leaves. After another murder, she was at her breaking point. "I-I'm g-g-going t-to g-get a dr-drink," sh