  &quot;Honey, that fish is already dead. Why are you trying to kill it again?&quot; Charlotte Jenson asked me with a worried frown on her face.
  We were all seated at the dinner table. It was a day after that stupid prank Ethan pulled on me and my anger still knew no bounds. My blood was still boiling.
  I hadn't realized what exactly I was doing to the fish as I was more busy imagining Ethan as that fish and doing what I wanted to do with him, stab him to death.
  Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the dinner table, right in front of mine. I was pleased with myself to at least get him to feel a little uncomfortable in my presence.
  &quot;Sorry,&quot; I said quietly and grimaced down at the fish on my plate. In the process of stabbing it over and over again I had also gouged it's eye out. I would've been very happy if it was Ethan in its place and not that poor fish.
  I glare

  &quot;So you now have a best friend? What's her name again?&quot; Olivia asked, staring at the ceiling. She was laying on her bed and I just barged in her room to tell her all about what had happened in the morning.
  &quot;Heather. Heather Ainsley. Her brother, Robert is Rachael's husband and she's my best friend I didn't know of.&quot;
  &quot;This just got a whole lot complicated,&quot; Olivia murmured.
  &quot;Tell me about it. This is all because of you. If you wouldn't have convinced me to act like their brat of a daughter.&quot;
  Olivia let out a tired sigh. &quot;Let's not go over this again.&quot;
  &quot;What if this gets even more complicated? What will I do when all of Juliet's family comes to visit all at once. I wouldn't be able to keep up! Our lie would be caught. We'd be thrown out of here. Maybe we would even be handed over to the cops!&quot;
  &quot;Whoa, whoa, whoa.

  Goosebumps covered every inch of my skin. I wanted to scream but nothing left my lips. I gulped.
  I looked down at the bathtub full of blood, at least that was what it seemed. There was something poking out slightly out of the water.
  With shaky hands, I reached out and dipped my hand in the water. Feeling something hard in it, I grasped it and pulled it out only to throw it back into the water while I stumbled backwards due to fright.
  I landed on the cold bathroom floor, crawling away from it.
  It was a very creepy, bloody doll with big, vacant dark eyes and a manic grin on its face.
  I let out a bloodcurdling scream at its sight. It was staring at me with her wreaked evil smile which could send me running for the hills. Suddenly, the lights went out and I screamed even louder, if that was possible.
  I got up with difficulty and ran towards the door and yanked it open.
  Big mi

&quot;Honey, that fish is already dead. Why are you trying to kill it again?&quot; Charlotte Jenson asked me with a worried frown on her face.
  We were all seated at the dinner table. It was a day after that stupid prank Ethan pulled on me and my anger still knew no bounds. My blood was still boiling.
  I hadn't realized what exactly I was doing to the fish as I was more busy imagining Ethan as that fish and doing what I wanted to do with him, stab him to death.
  Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the dinner table, right in front of mine. I was pleased with myself to at least get him to feel a little uncomfortable in my presence.
  &quot;Sorry,&quot; I said quietly and grimaced down at the fish on my plate. In the process of stabbing it over and over again I had also gouged it's eye out. I would've been very happy if it was Ethan in its place and not that poor fish.
  I glared at Ethan again who was now watching my plate with his lips slightly parted and nose scrunched u

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