She put her cup down. It smelled heavily of Captain Morgan‘s spiced rum. Her favorite liquor.

She always referred to her weekend adventures as “Sailing” with her favorite captain, whatever that meant.

She glanced over at the girl she came with, she was already passed out on the floor.

She reached up and grabbed the blanket on the couch before curling up. People around her were still partying in full swing, but it had died down a bit so it was pretty easy to drown them out.

Her cell phone started to vibrate in her purse. She opened it up and glanced at the screen.

Incoming call: Spencer.

She pressed accept and held the phone up to her head.

“What’s uppppppppp………?”

“Madison? Are you drunk?”

She giggled into the receiver.

“Uhhh sure…..”

Spencer didn’t feel the need to get frustrated, however she felt it was necessary to clue her in on what had been going on.

“Hey, just so you know, Aiden is out threatening my family again….so if you see him, get as far away as you can…you know how much he doesn’t like you either…..”

“Not againnnn…..heyyy where are y-you?”

“I’m at Ashley’s….but…keep a look out….” Spencer stated, she figured she wouldn’t try to far to worry the intoxicated girl, just incase nothing was going to happen…

Madison hung up the phone and wrapped back in the blanket.

Nothing could harm her here.

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4:03 am.

Paula remained seated across from Glen. Arthur was upstairs, keeping a look out incase anything was going to happen.

Paula’s stomach began to hurt worse, writhing itself into painful knots. She tried to ignore it but it persisted, getting stronger..

“Glen, I think I’m going to be sick….”

She said, standing up. She walked towards the bathroom, turning up the police monitor before leaving the room.

She reached the bathroom and closed the door. Instantly her stomach wound in convulsions as she started to heave into the toilet.

Glen, still out in the living room closed his eyes.

He focused on the silence of the room before being startled by the police monitor.

There’s a report of a stolen cab, downtown….

The monitor rang.

For some reason, the call sat in his head and he felt his stomach turn. He stood up quickly and marched towards the bathroom.

He tapped on the door lightly..

“Mom, did you hear that?”

She had stopped vomiting for a minute and listened to him, standing outside.

“Yeah… I…I did…” She said, still feeling sick.

“Maybe that’s….I’m going to go shut off the lights…just incase…”

Moving towards the living room he quickly hit the light switch.

BEEP BEEP! He could hear the loud blaring of a car horn.

“GET DOWN!” He howled, in a horrendous tone.