Julie stared at the words that were written in the text message. Of course, she knew she wasn't at her home because she didn't have one, or more precisely to be told, it had turned into a house of horror for her.
'Julianne.'
Reading the line over and over again, Julie's hands slowly started to turn cold, and her face turned pale as if blood drained from her face. It couldn't be, said Julie in her mind. The only person apart from her who would go to that house was her father. She locked the phone, putting the phone down on the bed, she sat down to stare at it.
Her father was in prison for killing her mother.
Julie's phone beeped again, the phone screen turning on and off, letting her know that she had an unread message waiting for her to read. She opened the text message—
'Where are you?'
