I know great things just happened and Angel just got out of the hospital, but things had to get worse. They had to.
I was released back home, and somehow Chris convinced the hospital to keep everything that happened here off record. Still, it is Monday already and we promised Karen we'd be back by Sunday night.
"What happened?" Karen asked, panicking about the bullet wound in Chris's leg. Thank God she doesn't know what I did.
Chris managed to shrug it off. "We got in a scuffle with these idiots, but we made it out alive," he said. Even though that was a lie, I believed him for a second.
He's eerily good at that.
"Okay," Karen finally decided. "Try to stay safe, next time."
Just then, an explosion rocked the house.
"What the Hell!" Evanlyn yelled, running out of her room. She was covered in ash, as if the explosion had happened in her room.
Karen started screaming. "Evan, what's happening? Let's get out of here! Let's get out!"
I looked at the Chris's phone on the table, wishing I could film this so when we went to the police they wouldn't think we were crazy.
And suddenly the phone was on, recording the craziness. I picked it up.
"You heard Karen, let's get out of here!" I screamed, heading out the front door.
I opened the door, leading Karen, and Chris, and finally shocked Evanlyn out. Thank God Terry was at work. I don't want this family to be torn apart either.
Just as I was about to head out the door, Joseph Stallen III dressed in all black grabbed me and put a bag over my head.
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