A/N: I would like to point out that this chapter may be sad... also there is one more chapter in this story then there is the sequel if you would like to read it... anyways,
I do not own Jessie
"Are you sure you're okay?" My mom says over the phone, "Your dad and I can fly over right now..." she trails off and sounds like she is getting everything ready to come here. I'm not a baby, I can handle myself...
"Mom I'm fine. I am eighteen now. I can deal with myself, so no spontaneously flying here." I say, "I have a roommate now, who has just walked in."
"Jen, can we talk about a month ago when you told me about that dream-" she tries to say but I cut her off.
"I have to go mom, love you." I say as I hang up and look over at the girl.
"Hi! I'm Jen, your roommate." I say and hold out my hand. She shakes it.
"Eve, your mom sound... nice." She says with an awkward laugh.
"She means well, she just doesn't like the fact that I'm far away. So where are you from?" I ask.
"Nova Scotia." She says, "What about you?"
"New York." I say with shrug and smile as I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water, "Felt like coming up here for a new type of life, yeah know?" I say. She nods.
"Hey, you're Christina and Morgan Ross's kid, right?" she asks. I nod as I open it and take a sip.
"The one and only, well not only since I have two other sisters and a brother." I say. She laughs.
"I have a feeling we will get along." She says with a smile.
That night we sat watching old Pink Panther cartoons and ate popcorn. All of the sudden we heard stomping on the stairs.
My heart froze and I realized something, he's back. I stood up quickly.
"Don't pause it." I say in a quiet voice. Eve looked up at me confused, "Get in that closet and don't move or make any sound." I say.
"Why?" she asks in a scared voice.
"Eve, the less you know the better. Please just do it. Trust me." I say. She nods and walks over to the closet and climbs in. She closes the door just as the front door opens. I sit down on the couch pretending to be watching them by myself.
All of the sudden a man walked in. He had dark brown hair, stubble, a leather jacket and a gun.
"Who are you?" I ask. He doesn't say anything and just stares at me.
"Excuse me; can you please leave my dorm room?" I ask. He glares at me, "Hello? Minster?"
"Who are you?" he asks me in a harsh voice.
"The better question is, who are you? This is my room after all."
"If you must know I am Robert Fellow and I know this is my daughter's room." He says. My heart sinks, I know who he is.
"Well, I am Jennifer." I say. He glares and points the gun.
"You look just like her." He says, "You got her killed." He says as he continues to have the gun pointed.
"How?" I ask as I back away and he follows, "If you are my father shouldn't you love me?" I ask.
"I don't love you. You killed her, my wife." He says.
"You are the one who left!" I yelled.
BANG
I felt a stinging pain as I fell back into the floor but then I felt nothing except the urge to sleep. I kept my eyes open though, in hope that I wouldn't go.
But I couldn't keep them open any longer, and I fell into a sleep.
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