CHAPTER EIGHT

Melissa gasped for air and threw the hands off of her neck. She turned around and glared at her attacker: Callie

"What were you thinking?" Melissa shouted. Callie grinned and replied, "Hey, I'm just jo...joke...joking with you, sis."

"Come on, Brittany," Melissa muttered, grabbing her friend's wrist and yanking her up the stairs. Melissa shut her bedroom door and turned to Brittany.

"We've got to talk about Callie," Melissa said.

"What about her?" Brittany asked. Melissa rolled her eyes. "Hello? She nearly choked me to death!"

"Oh?" Brittany said, glaring at Melissa. "You call being choked 'death'? What about me? What about Callie? I got stabbed in the arm and your sister got stabbed in the head and got her darn brains ruined! And you call getting choked 'death'? Look in the past and see what being close to death is really like."

Melissa stared at her friend. Who was Brittany kidding?

"Okay, Brittany, calm down. Look, I was kidding. I'm sorry about your arm. There's a murderer after me and we have to stop him."

"After you?" Brittany asked. "He attacked Callie and I and you think he's after you? Why would he be after you?"

"He attacked my sister and he attacked my best friend. You and Callie all trace over to me."

"Brittany!" Josie called, "You have to go home!"

"I'll call you tonight if my parents are causing trouble, okay?" Brittany said, heading out Melissa's bedroom door.

"I'll come pick you up and knock on the door," Melissa offered. Brittany smiled. "Okay."

Brittany headed down the stairs-and let out a bloodcurdling scream.