I flip through the channels of the crappy T.V., trying to find a good, satisfying show to watch. After coming up with nothing, I turn off the T.V. and lay back on the bed. I run a hand through my curls and blow out some air.

After Henry's and I talk, police have been keeping watch on me and my mom. I begged them not to watch my mom, because she's innocent, but knowing my luck, that wasn't the case. I stare up at the ceiling, wishing I'm in a nightmare, waiting to wake up.

The door then opens, and I look up. Xaiver's head pops in, and he smiles. He walks in with a bouquet of daisies and tulips in his hands.

"Hey, how ya feelin'?" he asks, closing the door and walking to the end of the bed.

I shrug. "I've been better."

He chuckles and nods, staring at the flowers in his hands. "I got you these,'' he claims, holding the flowers up and placing them at my feet.

"Thank you."

It becomes awkward. Xaiver shoves his hands in his pockets and bites his lower lip. I look around the room, feeling extremely weird.

"So, um, what have I missed?" I ask. He looks at me.

"Not a lot," he answers. I nod and look at my hands.

"Callie," he whispers. I look up, and Xaiver comes to one side of the bed and leans against it, really close to my face. "You're a suspect," he says, no question in his voice.

I inhale sharply as a stare into his eyes, then slowly nod. He bites his lip and lays his head on the bed near my arm. He sighs heavily.

"Xaiver, I didn't kill them," I whisper, taking his face in both hands. His blue eyes look pleadingly into my green ones.

"You were there, Cal. The evidence-"

"There is no evidence. Please, Xaiver, you have to believe me," I beg. 

Xaiver stares at me and places his large hands over mine. Tears form in my eyes, and before I can stop them, they fall down my cheeks. 

"Don't cry, Cal, please, it's just my dad," he begs.

A sob escapes me, and I lay my head in my hands. Xaiver wraps his arms around my small figure and tries to comfort me. 

"Cal...I know you. I know you wouldn't kill anyone. I believe you," he says, hugging me tighter.

"X-Xaiver...I'm scared," I cry.

"Shh, I know. I'm here," he soothes. I cry into my hands, letting the salty tears fall off my palms and onto the sheets.

I hear the door open again, then I don't feel Xaiver's arms around me anymore. I look up, still crying and gasp. Matthew pins Xaiver against the wall, their noses touching threateningly. Matthew looks over at me and goes wide eyed.

He gives Xaiver another shove against the wall. "Did you make her cry?" he demands.

I wince at the harshness of his voice. "No," Xaiver answers, no emotion evident in his voice.

"Then, why is she crying?" Matthew spits.

"Because I'm scared," I squeak. Both boys look over at me; their expressions softening.

Xaiver pushes Matthew off of him and rushes to my side. Matthew grunts and comes beside Xaiver. They both look at me expectantly.

"Why are you scared, Muffin?" Matthew asks, rubbing my hand. Xaiver's jaw tightens at the nickname.

I sniff and look at Matthew. "Did you not hear? From your dad?" I ask.

Matthew suddenly looks sick. "Oh. That? Yeah, I heard."

Xaiver snorts and grabs my hand. "She's innocent," he claims, glaring at Matthew.

Matthew glares daggers straight into Xaiver's skull, and Xaiver returns the gesture. 

Okay, I need to do something, before real daggers shoot like lasers from their eyes.

"Guys, I'm kinda tired, can you come back later?" I ask. They stop their glaring fest and look at me.

They mutter some words, but leave anyway. I sigh loudly and lean back into the bed. Boys, what can you do with them?

I close my eyes, wanting to sleep peacefully. I start dozing off, when the door opens.

Yet again.

I grit my teeth and open my eyes. In comes Jacy with a box in her hand. She smiles softly at me.

"Hey Callie. Feeling better?" she asks.

I shrug. "Kinda."

She chuckles and looks at the box. "Here," she states, giving me the box,"I got you something."

I take it and look at her questioningly. She gestures me to open it, so I do. Inside is a gourmet of chocolates. Ranging from dark chocolate to white chocolate. My mouth waters at the thought of different types entering my mouth, and sending my taste buds on an adventure.

"Thank you, Jacy! I was getting tired of hospital food," I tell her.

She grins and sits at my feet, then her face turns serious. "Callie, what was that on the T.V. with the rose and note?" she asks.

I sigh. Man, I've been doing that a lot lately. "I have no clue, Jace. I'm thinking the killer is after me, but the police think I'm a suspect. I'm surprised they let you in here," I answer.

She messes with the thin blanket. "Who do you think it is?" she asks.

"Honestly, I don't know. I mean, who would be out to get me?"

"Jenny," Jacy answers with a shrug. I send her a look, and she holds her hands up in surrender.

"Hey, from what I heard, you showed Jenny up at the old barn," she defends.

I smile at the memory. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Jacy rolls her eyes.

"Don't get cocky now," she warns. I laugh, and Jacy smiles.

"Thank you Jacy," I tell her warmly.

"For what?"

"For making my day in all this mess. You are truly my best friend," I answer honestly. Jacy smiles at me, and she reaches over and hugs me.

"That's why I'm here," she whispers. I hug her tighter.

"Jacy, protect my mom," I tell her.

She nods into my shoulder, then pulls away. We grin at each other then bust out laughing. 

What a day.

"Well, I have to go, just call if you need anything," she states, standing up.

"Will do. Bye Jacy." She waves and exits the room.

I throw my legs over the bed, thinking it would be a good idea to stretch. My feet hit the cold tile, and I shiver. With a rough start, I manage to stretch my legs. I walk over to the window and observe the beautiful mountains.

Then something glimmers on the windowsill. I open the window to get a better look and pick up the object. Once in my hands, I freeze.

A white rose rests delicately in my hand with a note tied to it.

With a shaky hand, I untie the note and open it up.

Tic toc, Callie. Time is running out.