2 weeks later

2 weeks have past, and Kwanisha has told Jessica about her CJ's weird and creepy admiration of her. Meanwhile CJ's love for the 16-year-old gets stronger and more dangerous by the day. Until....

Jessica's P.O.V

Kiki just called me.

'JESSY HIDE!'

'What, why?'

'CJ IS COMING TO GET YOU'

'What? I... don't get it'

'HE JUST LEFT THE HOUSE. HE KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE. I SAW HIM SNEAK A KNIFE OUT OF THE KITCHEN AND KNOWING HIM IT'S NOT GONNA END UP GOOD.'

'WHAT? But doesn't he like, -eeeeuuugghhh- like me?'

'HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF YANDERE?'

'OH NO'

'HIDE. NOW. IN THAT CLOSET YOU HAVE. BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY THING YOU CAN FIT IN WITH A LOCK.

'OKAAAY'

-click-

'JUST LOCKED THE CLOSET'

'IS YOUR FRONT DOOR LOCKED?'

Shoot.

'NO. I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE FRONT DOOR'

-BEEP-

What? Why did Kiki hang up?

Kwanisha's P.O.V

'CJ?' I screamed. he was standing at the door of the guest room I was in. Why did he have a roll of duct tape?

...

Oh, who am I kidding, I already know what'll happen next...

I tried to escape the room, but he was at the door. Now I see why he only came in at this time, and not before or after. He waited for me to go into the guest room because... there aren't any windows here.

Where is dad?

He eyed the chair at the bed. Then he strangled me onto it. Before I could scream, he duct-taped my mouth, hands, and feet. He also pulled a rope out of nowhere. I wriggled a lot but that didn't help me in anything. He had now tied the rope around my body and the backrest on the chair. He was giving no mercy.

And then. He left.