Cece proceeded to watch in horror, eyes widened, skin perspiring - with her nervousness continuing to increase - all the while her mother continually manifested inside her friend's mother's body, thereby increasing the extreme and persevered guilt over her actions.
She lifted her head, eyes drooping, numbly gazed at Alison, and begun to cry, for she had realized the enormity of her actions.
Before triggering the bullet within seconds, Alison continued to steady the revolver in her former companion's general direction.
With an evil expression placated on her face, she watched rather maniacally as her former companion dropped to the floor in a frozen panic.
Upon panicking and falling to the floor, she passed out - and when she awoke she was a different person, having retained no memory of what had occurred.
Whilst Jessica stood motionlessly gazing at the wondrous infant from afar, head laid against the manilla tinted door, the infant squirmed in its dilapidated carriage, and she wondered if she'd ever have the opportunity to raise a child on her own and even if this child had a family of its own considering how long it had been left unattended and without visitors.
It took her a long time to decide to stroll over to the carriage and pick the child up on her own but when she did she felt so much better and without grief. Even with the tears falling out her cheeks, life felt so much more endurable now that she had a child swaddled in her hands, another life in her hands, more responsibilities and more excitation than before.
Jenna took out her phone and dialed the Rosewood PD. This was hard for her to do but she knew it was ultimately the right thing to do. She'd just hope God would forgive her for her lack of moral integrity when it came time for final judgement. It took three rings then a lady picked up. Her voice was entirely too reassuring.
"Um, this is Jenna," she spoke, the initial presence of sogginess beginning to dissolve; and although she felt more nervous and less anxious before she was beginning to question the presence of moral integrity behind her actions.
Once there was no initial response, however, she cleared her throat, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. "I know who killed the bartender," she broke the ice, looking at Shana - and flashing back on the moments which she spent with her. In that moment she felt torn between framing her or someone else.