Cali shot up in bed. She had nightmares of going on some sort of bloody rampage, having been so angry over the fight that her and Jackson had she wasn't surprised by the nightmares she had. That was until the smell hit her. It has a rusty, almost metallic smell to it, she knew what it was instantly. Blood. She could taste it in her mouth and when she looked down at herself she was covered in blood. Her clothes were ripped to near shreds, and she instantly knew that the nightmares she was being tormented with were more than just nightmares. They could have been a reality and that terrified her even as the dream slipped away from her.

She got out of her bed, seeing that it too was a bit of a bloody mess. She ripped the sheets off from it and bunched everything up in the sheets. She needed to get rid of them, her dad couldn't see that. He couldn't see her either! So she shoved all the things she had wrapped into the blanket into the closet in her room and hurried across the hall and into the bathroom.

It took her shaking hands multiple tries to turn the hot water in the shower on, but when she finally managed to turn it on she stripped of her bloody clothes, which she was also going to discard of, and got in beneath the spray of the shower head.

She was in the shower for nearly an hour, scrubbing herself clean of all the blood that had covered her body. She was so in shock that the realization of what she must have done still hadn't hit her yet. Not until she heard her father come into the house, the door slammed behind him and he yelled her name.

Cali had just been getting out of the shower when her dad came into the house. So she wrapped a towel around herself and called down the hall to him.

"I was in the shower, Dad. Something wrong?" She tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, keeping out any emotion that would alert her dad to know anything was wrong.

"Come in here when you're dressed, and no, I just…I'll explain when you come out here." Her dad said.

She knew that something must be going on and so she hurried and dressed simply in a sun dress, throwing her wet hair up into a messy bun before heading into the living room where her father sat on the couch with the TV on tuned in on the news.

"They found the body of a girl not much older than you in the woods, she was mauled to death by some sort of animal. Like when they kept having those attacks by that cougar earlier in the year." Her father explained.

"They think that's what killed this girl." Cali knew that wasn't true, though, because those accidents, the one reported before, hadn't been due to a normal animal of any kind. She stared wide-eyed at the TV as they showed a picture of the girl, obviously before her untimely demise, and Cali instantly grew cold. She hadn't met this girl before that she remembered, but something told her that she had met her last night, if she could remember it or not. Something deep inside of her said that she had murdered her.

"I…uh…I have to go, meet with Jackson. I promised him I would be there nearly an hour ago." She said and before she could explain anymore she was grabbing her keys off from the little end table by the couch and then throwing her feet into her shoes and running out of the door and to her car.

She drove, just drove and drove until she came to the Whitmore residence. She parked outside Jackson's house, seeing only his car in the driveway. With her phone in her hand she dialed Jackson's number. When he answered she didn't give him a chance to apologize as she knew he was going to do.

"Just listen. I know I should be royally pissed at you right now after last night, but I really need you now. I'm outside. Get your ass out here." Jackson said nothing, and when she looked at her phone the line had been disconnected. She frowned to herself before a knocking started at her window. She jumped but then saw it was Jackson outside of it.

"Open the door." He said and she did, getting out of the car after she did. The moment she was standing before him, Jackson wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding the girl he loved tightly in his arms. Not wanting to ever let her go.

"I'm so sorry, Cali." He said, his words sincere as they left that beautiful mouth of his.

With his arms around her she finally felt secure and safe, safe enough to let herself break down. That's exactly what she did. Cali released all the tears she had tried so hard to hold in. She let them flow freely down her cheeks and onto the fabric of his shirt, soaking it as her head pressed against his chest.

"I think I killed someone last night." Came Cali's chocked reply.