JENSON HOME

The Next Morning, I'm visiting Cherry Jenson at her house. And she's doing yoga in the living room.

"You said that Violet is unavailable. Is she okay?" I asked Cherry, with my arms folded, sitting on the sofa.

"Violet's fine, Angie." Cherry said, sitting on her yoga mat, crossed-legged position. "She's a tough cookie."

"You must know something. That's why I came here." I said to her.

Cherry slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. "You always come to me for information, do you, Angiekins?"

"Yeah. I do sometimes, Cherry." I said to her small attitude. "I'm worried about Violet. And you're not telling me anything."

"Well, Violet has other things on her mind, other than, worrying about you, Angie. And last time I checked, you have Violet's phone number. And as I told you on the phone, Violetquinn's unavailable as of right now." said Cherry, grumpily.

I get up to my feet and walks away.

"Where are you off too?" Cherry asked me.

I stopped walking and looks at Cherry. "Like you said, my best friend, Violet, is unavailable as of right now, and so, I have other things to do. I'll see you around, Cherry."

And I walks away.

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TAVERN BODGE LOCAL BAR AND LOUNGE CLUBHOUSE

Jayce and Joyce, and I are sitting at a round lounge table.

"Have you tried Butterrum, Angie?" Jayce asked me.

"What's Butterrum?" I asked Jayce, a bit confused.

"It's a cocktail drink that Jayce made." Joyce tells me with a smile. "He gotten the cocktail idea from Harry Potter's Butterbeer."

"Oh, really?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah. Really." Jayce said, pouring a plastic juice container of his Butterrum into a small glass and slides it across the table to me. "Hope you like it, Ang."

I gently takes the small glass of Butterrum and takes a swig of it. Jayce's Butterrum is sweet-like, with a small amount of rum to it.

"So, what do you think, Angie? Is it good?" Jayce asked me.

"It's good." I said.

"I had two drinks of it." Joyce said.

"I had three." Jayce said.

"Duh. Of course you had." Joyce said, bantering with her older fraternal twin brother.

"What can I say, I made a cocktail drink. And it's pretty damn good too." said Jayce, bantering with his younger fraternal twin sister.

"Maybe, I should make something." Joyce bantered with Jayce.

"Oh, please, Joyce, you can't outdo my Butterrum cocktail." Jayce bantered back with Joyce.

I look at both Jayce and Joyce and playfully chuckles. "You two always banter with each other, don't you?"

"Yeah." Joyce and Jayce said in unison.

"Yeah. Twin drama." Ziandra said, sitting at the round lounge table with her small glass of Butterum.

"Ziandra's drinking my Butterrum cocktail. She likes it." Jayce said.

"Yeah. It's pretty good." Ziandra said, taking a swig of her Butterrum.

"It's pretty good too, and I like it." I said, drinking the rest of my small glass of Butterrum cocktail. "I'll see you guys around." slowly getting up and walks away.

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JEN'S DINER

Yvonne, Robyn and I are sitting in a booth table across from each other with our strawberry banana smoothies.

"Jayce Griffith made a new cocktail drink named Butterrum." I said to Yvonne and Robyn.

"It sounds good." Yvonne said.

"Yeah. It is." I said to her.

"I don't want to jinx it, but I'm still worried about Quinton and Amy." said Robyn.

"Yeah. Me too." Yvonne said. "They're both psychological psychos."

"Yeah. But worrying about Quinton's and Amy's next psychotic scheme isn't gonna do any good." I said to both Yvonne and Robyn. "But eventually, Quinton and Amy are gonna turn on each other."

"But Quinton and Amy are married. Why would they menacingly turn on each other?" Robyn asked.

"Like Yvonne said, they're both psychopaths." I said to them.

"Yeah. They are." Jared Wallace said.

Yvonne, Robyn and I looks at Jared as he slowly walks up to the three of us.

"Jared?" I said to him.

"Nice to see you too, CutieBabe." Jared said, sliding into the booth table beside me.

"What do you want, Jared?" Yvonne asked him.

"I've been working with both Quinton and Amy, Amy has a bubble map template with Polaroid pictures of you guys." Jared said.

"Why would we believe anything you say, Jared?" Robyn asked him.

Jared pulls out his phone and shows it to Me, Yvonne and Robyn; a picture of a bubble map template with Polaroid pictures of Me and the Saunders Gang.

"You don't have to believe anything I say, but Quinton and Amy are both psycho crazies. Amy's crazier than Quinton." Jared said.

"Why are you telling us about this?" I asked him.

Jared looks at me with a straight face. "You know that Amy won't stop until she gets what she wants, Angie. She wants you. She wants you to be driven in your darkness so deeply, that not even Aiden or your bestie friends will be able to save you."

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MINXES SPEAKEASY LOUNGE

I'm sitting at the round bar counter with my bottle of cider.

Amy Tooney sits down beside me. "Hi, Angie."

"What do you want?" I asked, taking a swig of my bottle of cider.

"I want to talk about you." Amy said in her English accent. "A part of you still blames Aiden for not being together."

I gets up to walks away, but Amy grabs my arm and leans me backwards on the round bar counter.

"I'm done with you." I said.

"Shut up?!" Amy exclaimed with a straight face. "Stop fighting it, won't be easier to give in, Angie?"

"Leave me alone?!" I exclaimed, pulling myself from her.

Amy and I exchange mildly looks at each other and I walks away from her.

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ANDERSON HOME

That evening, in the living room, I'm sitting on the three seat sofa.

"How's your Dad?" Aiden asked, sitting on the sofa beside me.

"He's fine." I said to him.

"But there's something else weighing on you, isn't it?" Aid asked me.

"Amy Tooney and her psychopathic nonsense." I said to him.

Aiden looks at me and gets up, walking away.

"Aiden? Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'll be back." Aiden said, opening the door and closes it behind him.

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3RD POV

At Minxes Speakeasy Lounge, Amy Tooney is sitting at a round lounge table with her bottle of cider.

Aiden sits down at the round lounge table across from her. "Leave Angie alone."

"I'm sorry what?" Amy Tooney said, looking at Aiden.

"You heard me. Leave my girlfriend, Angie, alone." Aiden tells Amy Tooney. "I don't know what you've been saying to her, or whatever psychological seed that you or Quinton Kiermont, have been trying to plant in her head, but whatever it is, it's not gonna work. Angie's a good person. And I've already known about her darkness. So, mine your business."

"Angie is my and Quinton's business, Mr. Anderson. Where I have failed, my hubby, Quinton Kiermont, will succeed." said Amy in her English accent.

Aiden gets up and walks away. And Amy Tooney sly smiles, menacingly, to herself.

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STANTON HOME

That night, The Saunders Gang and I have reconvened in the living room.

"You confronted Amy Tooney?" Sharron asked Aiden.

"I told her to leave Angie alone." Aiden said to her.

"And what makes you think that Amy Tooney will do just that?" Ziandra asked. "She's psychotic."

"Wait a minute, what else did Amy Tooney say?" I asked my boyfriend.

"She said that where she failed, her husband, Quinton Kiermont, will succeed." Aiden said.

"Of course." I said.

"Of course what, Andy?" Robyn said.

"Amy has something in her back pocket. She's not the person that we should be worried about. It's Quinton." I said.

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