FINALLY!

I know guys, I know what you're thinking, but seriously, I've been trying to post chapter 16 for three days now, but the thing said something about "you can only have 15 docs at a time" blah, blah, blah...then I finally understood what it meant lol so yeah, I'm good. But anyways,

Shoutouts to Miss Ace Thank You, MissG2020, YoungKong313, Shellie B, jayjai107 & the new onnee Zolow95! You guys are cool! Ain't got nothin' but love for ya!

Again, my apologies for the lateness. It shall never happen again (pronounced uh-gayne lol).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OR ANYONE BUT STACIA, BRIANA, KAYLA, AND THE OTHER OCs! NOW QUIT...BOTHERING...ME!

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Oh yeah and uh, don't get your hopes up lol this chapter leads to the action, once again. I love the suspense lol but next chapter is the real deal and I'm dead serious *points to chin*. so uhh, be on the lookout for that!

CHAPTER 15: HELL HATH NO FURY…PT.I

Just need to put this…here. And that over there…and that's it.

Michael Caesar looked around the room in satisfaction with his hands on his hips in a non-girly way. He had just gotten finished straightening up Cindy's house on the bottom floor. It almost looked as if it were back to normal, with the exception of the new bleach stains on the McPhearsons' deep brown carpet that was once covered with some black substance that most likely wasn't supposed to be there. He figured Cindy's parents would be furious, but at least he did his best to make sure the place was clean. Shoot, they could at least appreciate him doing that.

Caesar just shrugged and pulled his iPod, along with his earphones, out of his jacket pocket and proceeded to listen to some tunes.

As for Cindy, she went back upstairs to check on Kayla, and sure enough, the little girl was in a peaceful slumber. No interruptions, nothing. Cindy smiled as she looked down at her little cousin. She looked like an angel. She noticed that the girl's hair was still in the braids, and she knew that if she continued to sleep like that, her head would be sore in the morning. And trust, Cindy knew that pain. Tender headedness ran in the family.

Cautiously, Cindy sat on the stool across from the bed. She scooted a little closer so that she was within reach of her cousin's head. Daintily, she took one of her cousin's braided ponytails in her hands. She was careful not to wake the girl as she removed the scrunchies from the beginning and the end of the long braid. After doing so, she gently unbraided Kayla's hair and repeated the action on the other side of her head. When it was all over, sweetly massaged the girl's head tenderly and kissed her forehead before scooting the stool back and standing up.

Trotting down the stairs, she heard Caesar moving around in the living room and decided to see what he was doing. When she walked in, she saw her best friend sitting on the couch totally submerged into his music. His eyes were closed and his lips were moving with no sound emitting from them. He slightly bopped his head left to right, his dreads moving a bit. Cindy smiled as she saw how completely relaxed he was. She was glad he was returning to his old self. Ever since she woke up from her 'slumber', he's been acting strange around her. On their ride to the party at the Freeman's, he barely looked her way, and when he did, he gave her this awkward smile that she just couldn't read. They talked a bit, but not like they did before the accident. And you know what? Quite frankly, Cindy was tired of it.

She was so tired of people walking around her being extra cautious, even if it had just been for one day. Some kids at the party were being nicer to her than usual and the phony girls tried to show sympathy towards her but she would just put up a fake smile and tell them she's fine.

Funny. Usually when people say that, they actually aren't fine. No, they're anything but. But as for Cindy, she really was fine. Slightly paranoid of course, I mean who wouldn't be? She never had to worry about niggas randomly walking up on her when they felt like it before. This was something new to her. And hopefully, something like that wouldn't happen again.

She didn't like being alone. Never did, but before the accident, she could tolerate it. She was used to it. Her parents, though they loved her dearly and she never doubted that for a second, seemed as if they didn't have time for her. They were always busy, whether it was work, or some co-worker or boss's party or something that would interfere with their family time. Shoot, her parents were too busy to even be around each other.

Lauren McPhearson was a big time lawyer in Woodcrest, Maryland, but she never had a title for herself. It was always 'Mrs. Charles McPhearson' or 'Mr. McPhearson's wife'; never a simple 'Lauren McPhearson'.

But really, her husband had to be one of the biggest names in all of the east coast of America. Charles McPhearson was an entrepreneur. He had way more money than Tupac had albums after his death. This dude could give twenty million dollars away to one hundred different charities, and he'd still have more money than Oprah!

It wasn't always like that though.

Way before Cindy was born, in 1973, Charles McPhearson had dreams. He dreamt that one day, he'd possibly become the richest, most successful man to ever live. He wanted to live his life way past 'well off'; he wanted to provide for his future wife, his future kids and his family for generations and generations to come, even after he was dead and gone. He didn't want to worry about much. He didn't want to struggle. He didn't want the stress. He just wanted to live his life the way he wanted to and the way his family, present and future, wanted to live.

Being a 12 year old young boy who lived his life in a three room apartment with his unemployed parents and a baby sister on the way, all he could do was dream.

He lived on the far side of town. The other side of the rich people with the spoiled kids and the late night pool parties. The dirty side. The raggedy side. The side of the forgotten.

The poor side.

His mother had been out of work since…well, he couldn't remember. It was actually quite normal in those days for the mother to stay at home and tend to her children and the house, so that didn't seem out of the ordinary.

What did though, was when his father announced to the entire family, that one day, when everyone was in a happy mood, that his boss let him go.

Let him go? Hold on.

"What does that mean, dad?" he had asked his father, chomping down on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich his mother fixed up for him. His father looked down at his son, his eyes full of sadness, and gave him a wary smile.

"Son," he started, his smile faltering as he pat the top of his son's hair. Great. Now he felt even worse. "…They don't need me at the factory anymore." He told him, regretting every bit of it. A few people in the room gasped, Charles included.

"But, but dad! How can they do this?" He asked in disbelief. This had to be a lie. This could not be happening! They were already poor enough as it was, and now, instead of one, he had two jobless parents! Two!

His dad remained silent and after looking at each other for quite some time, he leant down to kiss his son on the forehead.

"Don't worry, Charlie. We're going to turn out just fine." He reassured his son with a sad smile.

From that day on, Charles made a promise to himself and God that he'd do whatever it took to help his family out. The day after his father broke the news, he went to Mr. Hardison's shop around the corner and asked if he could be the paper boy, and surely enough, he got the job. Every other day, he'd throw daily newspapers from doorstep to doorstep and every time he got his cut, he put the money in his piggy bank under his way-too-small-for-a-growing-child bed. Seriously, he needed to get his family out of there.

For five years, he'd been working for Mr. Hardison. Even after his father was hired into some type of manufacturing business that he really didn't know about, he still wanted to work to keep his family living decently. However, decency wasn't enough. He wanted to go past all of that.

One day, he had a talk with Mr. Hardison; a long talk. He was old enough to know by then that the money he was bringing into the house just wasn't enough for his family if his father was to be laid off again. Knowing corporate America, it'd probably happen at the most inappropriate of times.

He politely asked the old coot for a raise, but being…Mr. Hardison, he refused to do so.

Time and time again, he'd ask the old man, but after about the tenth time, he threatened to fire the boy completely. Back then, a 17 year old wouldn't even be allowed to work in a fast food restaurant. Not in Woodcrest, Maryland anyways. So Charles, had no choice…

But to leave that shit hole. As harsh as that sounded, he had to. Mr. Hardison never really treated him the best anyways. Besides, Charles was too old to continue to make $4.25 an hour, and he worked five hour days. Not anymore.

After the last encounter with his ex-boss, he took the long route home. He had no means of transportation whatsoever, but he didn't care.

He went the one direction he thought he'd never see in person. The rich side. The side where the people got what they wanted. Where the people lived carefree. Where the people cared less. He wanted to be one of those people. He wanted to live a life with no worries and no frustrating bosses. Most importantly, he wanted to live.

And that's when it hit him. He paused on the pavement and surveyed his surroundings. Did he really think these people had money trees in their backyards? Did he not consider the fact that these people actually worked hard to get to where they were?

All those big houses, all those pools, all those party people outside, completely ignoring his presence; this wasn't just by chance. These people had to go through some stuff to achieve this much success. Some families may've been wealthy and had money passed down to them from generations before, but when it all comes down to it, someone, somewhere had to start off fresh. With no experience, with no money and no satisfaction.

That day, Charles Lancaster McPhearson knew that he had to do something authentic.

Later that day, he came up with a plan. Since his IQ was pretty damn high, he excelled in math and science. If he wanted to be rich, to provide for his family and himself, he needed to use his smarts and expose it to the world.

Over and over again, for days and days in his overly crowded room, he tried to come up with a concoction of some sort. Shoot, he wanted to be the next Coca Cola dude, or something. Sadly, he gave up in that department and realized something like that just wasn't going to happen. Then, something amazing happened.

After picking up one of the test tubes, he started to walk towards the sink to pour it out, but he tripped over his baby sister's baby doll. He stumbled, but he never fell. Couldn't say the same for his test tube though.

He watched in horror, almost in slow motion, as he witnessed the thin fragile object moving closer and closer to the ground until it finally came in contact with it and broke into a million tiny pieces.

Charles continued to stare and after a few seconds, he groaned and rolled his eyes. NOW how was he going to pick that up? They didn't have a vacuum cleaner! And the broom was broken in half, about his five year old sister, Lisa's height. He was not about to bend over, nearly breaking his back to clean that up. He just thought he'd warn the family of the spill.

Wait, what was that?

As the young man started to pick up the big pieces of glass, his eyes transfixed on his sister's baby doll's shirt. It went from hot pink to…white?

What the hell?

He examined the strange color alteration, completely forgetting about the glass and the possibility of his sister crying her eyes out once she saw her doll. After a few moments, a light bulb went off in his head. He looked down at his white button up shirt, stains everywhere. He grimaced a bit, as he realized he didn't really have that many white clothes, and he had good reason. He already lived in a slum village; he didn't want to necessarily look like it. Good thing he didn't get out of the house that day.

Hastily, for no good reason, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the bathroom counter. He reached to his left to cover up the filthy ground, for now, and headed to his room to get another one of the test tubes. Carefully, slowly, he poured the liquid over one particular area of his shirt; the neckline. Now, even poor people like him knew that no matter how 'clean' people were, there was always a time for everyone to sweat whether it was on their neck, under their arms on their foreheads, wherever. His worst area had to be on his neck though. And his short hair definitely did nothing to cover it up.

In amazement, he observed the once brown stains on his shirt switch to pure whiteness. No sign or trace of dirt in sight.

And that, my friends, is how Charles Lancaster McPhearson became the inventor of…

Hold up, bleach was already created!

Charles grew frustrated as he just remembered that this substance was already discovered, but right before his frustration continued, another idea popped into his head.

When people are going out, and they wear all white, they barely have any fun because they try to keep themselves clean. When their clothes are filthy, their day is ruined.

But not anymore.

And that day, Charles Lancaster McPhearson came up with the bleach pen. People from all over the poor side of town heard of this, literally praising the intelligent young genius and it took a while for the news to reach the rich side, but it did eventually. Once it did, Mr. McPhearson's worry-filled life was over.

Needless to say, he grew up to become a very successful, very intelligent and rich man. He met, then, Lauren Waters at Princeton and a few years later, they eloped and had their first and only child, Cynthia Adele McPhearson. Charles met with Ed Wuncler five years after Cindy was born, but he didn't do business with him until two years ago. He didn't necessarily trust Mr. Wuncler, but because of his borderline obsession with keeping his family wealthy, he worked with him anyways.

Cindy loved that her father, as much of a nerd as he was, was highly intelligent and she loved how deeply he cared for his family's well-being, but really? They were already rich. She didn't like that he worked with Mr. Wuncler since he was an actual gangster. Shoot, this dude was the Don of…all over America. He definitely couldn't be trusted.

Anyways, that's the history of Mr. McPhearson and how his family came to be. Now, back to Cindy and Caesar.

Cindy finally took her seat next to her best friend, tucking her legs underneath her Indian style. Caesar opened his eyes to see her sitting next to him and smiled as he paused the song and took the ear plugs out of his ears.

"So you finally came down, huh?" he joked as Cindy playfully rolled her eyes and smiled back. She then turned her head to the kitchen and saw that the microwave read '2:34'. She slightly frowned as she thought that maybe Caesar would leave her alone for the night. I mean, he did promise the others he'd return, but it was late and he still hadn't left. She didn't know. She was confused, so she didn't want to dwell on it too much.

"Ceez, you know it's late right?" She asked him, although she knew he knew that. He wasn't born yesterday.

Caesar smiled and placed the iPod on the unnecessarily elegant coffee table in front of them. "I know." He responded, looking dead at her, still smiling at her.

Alright, so maybe he hadn't planned on leaving.

"I planned on leaving," he began, tearing his eyes away from her and looking past her at the microwave. Cindy frowned at that, but he continued. "But, I don't think you want me to leave."

His bold statement caused Cindy to damn near choke on her breath. Just what did he mean by that?

"W-what?" She stuttered inquisitively. Caesar glanced down at her and put on a small, sly smirk.

"I mean, with everything that's been goin' on, it just wouldn't be safe." He covered up his remark, before turning away from her towards the unlit fireplace. Had he been looking at her, she would've noticed the red streaks forming on his cheeks, and as dark as he was, it was slightly visible. Cindy let out an awkward giggle and yawned halfway through it. Caesar snorted and turned her way.

"Someone's tired."

"Shut up." She retorted, but smiled nonetheless. "So, any idea how my place got fucked up the way it did?" she vulgarly asked, leaning back in a comfortable position as Caesar smirked.

"Nope, but I think you already know. That's why I can't leave you alone. Too risky." He responded matter-of-factly and began to rise. Cindy was about to ask him where he was going, but she didn't want to show him how paranoid she was about being left alone. Besides, he just walked to the hallway closet to pull out a big, brown, comfy-looking comforter. She lifted her head a little to see what he was doing.

"That's a big ass cover for one person." She noticed, assuming he pulled it out to cover herself. Caesar looked her way and raised an eyebrow.

Hey, being around Huey for so long could do that to you.

"Cindy, I'm pullin' this out for the both of us." He informed her, striding closer to her with the cover over his right shoulder. He dropped it on the cushion next to Cindy and carefully rolled the coffee table to the side. It was then that Cindy noticed how strong her best friend was. Since the heater in the house was so immaculate, the two of them had long since taken off their jackets, leaving Cindy in a white t-shirt and Caesar in a black wife beater. They've been best friends for eight years, so to see the boy pushing the heavy table with his arm muscles flexing was very uncomfortable for Cindy, especially since she couldn't deny the fact that he looked so undeniably sexy doing so. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks flared as Caesar, not realizing what he was doing to her, continued to push the God forsaken thing.

Like, really? He's seen much better looking coffee tables than that thing and they weren't even as heavy. His hands and his shoulders were tired as hell from doing all of that bullshit work he just did.

But, he sighed and thought nothing of it. That's when he took notice of the silence around him. He didn't look to see why it was so quiet, but he assumed Cindy was asleep, so he shrugged and went to another corner of the room to push the ottoman in front of the couch. As he pushed the not-so-heavy object over to the couch, he saw that Cindy was awake after all. She was actually staring at him, looking…well, he didn't know.

But was she alright?

"Uh, Cin," He began, a bit uneasily as he saw…something in her eyes that was quite unreadable. "You good?"

Cindy snapped out of her thoughts (not the dirty ones, more like the 'why am I thinking about him like that?' thoughts). "Huh?"

Caesar drew his eyebrows together at her strange, abrupt answer. "Are you okay?"

Cindy just shrugged. "Yeah, I'm good. Just…tired." She half-lied. The girl was tired, but…well, ya'll know the rest.

Caesar gave in and nodded in agreement. The night was a long one and all he wanted to do was sleep. He'd explain why he didn't show up to the Freeman's house tomorrow morning. He walked over to the space next to Cindy and sat down as the both of them placed their legs on the ottoman and covered up to go to sleep.

30 minutes later…

Late in the night at about 3:05, the back door of to the McPhearson's home creaked open with a certain petite uninvited someone creeping through it, which was no one other than Briana Taylor. Funny, you'd think that someone with a house as enormous as the McPhearson's would think about hiring security to blockade the whole area, but because of their lack of said security, this plan was easier than expected.

As the biracial culprit walked through one of the dark rooms carefully, which didn't take her long to figure out it was the living room, she started to head for the stairs, but instead, she heard a steady snore. She turned around quickly and noticed a certain blonde and a certain dread head knocked out on the couch.

The crazy girl couldn't help but think,

Damn, they together now?

She stared at the two for a few seconds before shaking her head, but then, something dawned on her. The bomb at the Freeman's was about to explode at any minute now.

As much as she didn't like the fact that she was risking Huey's life, she didn't want to take any chances. She didn't want to hurt him, but if the crew already had a lead on her, she would do anything to try to make them think it wasn't her. Yeah, that plan would work.

Or so she thought.

She snickered lightly as she contemplated on whether or not she should warn someone in the crew that something bad was about to happen. She sort of liked to play with them. It was fun to have them running around trying to solve the pieces to her 'so-called' mysterious text messages.

Briana flinched as she heard Cindy groan a bit in her sleep, but shrugged it off. She eventually decided to text them a vague message. Yeah, that'd be hilarious to see their reactions to that. And she was going to text the one person they'd least expect: Stacia.

She knew they always kept Stacia from knowing everything. She didn't know why they did that, but she knew they did it. But, what the psycho crazy potential-almost-actual killer didn't know was that the crew actually told Stacia this time, so she was going to be in for a world of surprise.

But as of now, she didn't know all of that.

She fished in her back pockets for her cell and noticed it wasn't there. Hmm, maybe it fell out or something? She didn't want to think about that, so she checked her front pockets as well as her jacket pockets and got the same result: nothing.

"Damn." She muttered, careful not to wake a soul. She needed a cell phone. She needed to play this horrid game. She needed to do anything to mess with the Freeman clan's brains.

She pondered for a minute and then looked back at the two friends sleeping, their heads now touching each other's. Briana rolled her eyes, and walked in front of Caesar quietly. She would've done harm to Cindy, but the girl nearly died the other day. She was going to give her a break, for now.

She also didn't want to necessarily hurt Caesar either, since he was just a nobody to her, so all she did was slowly pull up the covers on his side and pull his cell phone out of his pocket (as if it wasn't already hanging out of it).

Success!

A wicked smile came across her face as she began punching the buttons on the phone, and an evil cackle would've escaped her mouth too, if only Caesar hadn't slightly opened his eyes in confusion.

Could he see her? Did he notice who she was. Was her cover about to be completely ruined?

Briana inwardly panicked as she stared at him with gigantic eyes and remained frozen on the spot.

His eyes were so droopy looking that it was a wonder he continued to stare at the girl for so long. He finally tilted his head, as if it were a delayed effect, and spoke up.

"You got any grape soda?" he asked tiredly, before shutting his eyes completely, his head lazily falling backwards onto the back of the couch.

Briana blinked before finally letting out that breath of air she didn't realize she'd held in.

That was close.

Hurriedly, she dropped Caesar's phone and discreetly ran out of the house through the back door.

She had to get the hell up out of there. She'd already done too much, she wasn't about to overstep her boundaries even more than she already had.

She ran out of the place so quickly, that she didn't even realize that a certain little someone, about 3 foot 2, with fear stricken in her features, was watching her from the bottom of the stairs.

The entire time.

"Goddamn, Nigga! Can't you drive any faster?" Riley yelled as Huey continued to speed through the somewhat abandoned streets of Woodcrest. Well, it was abandoned at night. Curfew was at 12:00.

"Riley, shut the hell up! I'm not slowin' down!" he yelled back as he continued to accelerate.

45…50…55...60…

"Huey! Please slow down! I don't wanna die!" Jazmine slightly whined as the old Jazmine started to come back. Not quite though.

"Jazmine, no!" He continued to yell through everyone's shrieks and complaints. "I'm not stopping this damn car! I'm trying to save my friends!"

"I see that! We are too! But how are we gonna do that if we aren't trying to save ourselves!" She argued back.

Huey just ignored her as both she and Riley continued to yell at him while Stacia just kept shrieking at every bump, jerk and turn.

65…66…67…68…

"Oh my GOD! YOU'RE GOING FASTER? STOP THE CAR! JUST STOP THE CAR!"

"NIGGA, WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU DOIN'? YO ASS TRYNA KILL US! I OUGHT TO POP THE TRUNK ON YO ASS RIGHT NOW!"

"AHH!"

"AND YO ASS GOT MY GIRL BACK HERE SCREECHIN' AND SHIT? AWW, HELL NAW! NIGGA, YOU GON' DIE TONIGHT!"

"OH GOD! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE…"

"…AND I WISH YO BITCH ASS WOULD DO SOMETHIN' BOUT IT…"

"…GOD HELP US! MY BOYFRIEND'S LOST HIS MIND!"

"AHH!"

"…AND YO ASS STILL GOT HER SCREECHIN'?"

"EVERYBODY, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Huey finally yelled through all the chaos, shutting them up automatically, as he slowed down, miraculously parking on the side of the road in front of his best friend's house. He closed his eyes, his irritation on an entirely different level. "You didn't die! We're here! Now, get the fuck out of my car!" He yelled angrily as no one even hesitated to get out of the car. He sighed heavily and got out of the vehicle himself.

Examining the McPhearson's driveway, he noticed that Stacia's car was still there. Good. But where were Cindy's parents' cars?

Oh well. He just shrugged. They were probably doing…whatever it was those rich people did.

With everyone already at the door, determined to get away from the angry black man who was once behind the wheel, they all knocked on the door in a very irritating way. Huey just rolled his eyes and walked up behind them.

It took a while, but the door finally swung open revealing a very uneasy looking five year old girl in light pink pajamas. Her top had a red and pink heart in the middle of it with the words 'I Heart You' while her bottoms had multiple red and pink hearts. She had on some really adorable pink bunny slippers.

"Hey Kay." Jazmine sweetly greeted her with a smile, but her smile disappeared as she noticed Kayla trembling.

"Hi." She meekly greeted before letting them in and turning around with her head hung low. She slowly trudged into the living room, checking around her to see if anyone else who wasn't supposed to be there was there.

The crew didn't move from their spots as they saw Kayla's solemn behavior. Okay, something was wrong.

Stacia looked at Riley who just shrugged while Jazmine drew her eyebrows together as Huey arched his. They stood in silence for a minute before Kayla returned with a Styrofoam cup of milk.

Gross.

"You guys coming?" she asked in that cute child-like innocence. Everyone eventually walked in, but they weren't done with the girl.

They closed the door behind them and the four of them stood in front of her.

"Okay Kayla," Stacia said, "Sweetie, what's going on?"

"Yeah. You were so chipper earlier. What's wrong?" Jazmine added as Riley gave her a look.

"Chipper?" he asked, but she just rolled her eyes.

The girl stood in front of them with her bottom lip poked out and realized that they were not going to leave her alone about it. She also realized that she couldn't contain her emotions any longer.

In a matter of seconds, Kayla dropped the contents of the milk all over the floor, earning a 'man' comment from Riley as it splattered on his Jordans. Everyone else just looked at her with caution and concern.

"Kayla," Jazmine began in a soft voice, but was interrupted by the girl's sudden cry. Thank God it wasn't a loud one.

"What the-"

"Aww, Kay, come here." Jazmine sweetly offered, bending down to Kayla's height with her arms outstretched, ignoring Riley's outburst. The girl wasted no time falling into her cousin's friend's arms. Everyone else just looked at the girl in bewilderment. What was with her?

"Please don't leave." Kayla pleaded in a muffled voice, seeing as her head was sunken into Jazmine's shoulder. Jazmine patted her on the back.

"Shh…it's okay…it's okay…we're not going anywhere." She promised her, trying to calm the girl down. Stacia knelt down behind Jazmine and tapped Kayla's shoulder, making her lift her head up.

"Kayla, what's going on? And where's your cousin and Caesar?" She questioned in a gentle voice. Kayla still cried, but silently did so and sniffled before her reply.

"They're sleeping in the living room." She announced as everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"But what's the matter, Kay? Why are you crying?" Jazmine asked finally pulling back to look at the fragile little thing in her arms.

Kayla bottom lip was poked out, but her tears finally stopped flooding her cheeks. "Someone was in here and I'm scared."

"Hold up." Huey said, putting a hand up and looking at Riley as Riley looked back at him with the same expression. "Someone…was here?"

Kayla nodded.

Stacia and Jazmine looked at each other and back at Kayla.

"Other than Caesar and Cindy?" Riley added.

She nodded again.

The crew groaned and shook their heads. Jazmine finally rose up, as did Stacia.

"Kayla, sweetie, can you tell us exactly what happened?" Stacia asked patiently. Kayla was hesitant, but she did so anyways.

"O-okay," she began, "Well…I was upstairs sleep, but I was thirsty, so I wanted to go in the kitchen to get some milk," Everyone nodded. "…and when I was at the bottom of the stairs, I heard someone moving around." She paused, but Stacia insisted that she continue. "A-a-and I saw a ninja…I think it was a ninja…in the living room and I-I didn't know if they were supposed to be here. So I was going to ask if they were, but she looked like she was sneaking around and I knew she wasn't supposed to be here." She ended, her voice growing thick again as her deep blue ocean-like orbs began to fill up with tears.

"What happened next?" Riley asked in a surprisingly caring tone. No one was really shocked about that though, they just awaited the timid girl's answer.

"Nothing. She left after she heard Caesar sleep-talking."

Riley raised a brow. "You mean, sleep-walking?"

"No, Riley." Huey rolled his eyes. "She means he was talking in his sleep."

Kayla nodded in agreement. Jazmine looked down at Kayla and told her to go upstairs.

"B-but, I'm scared." She whined. Stacia offered to go with her, so the girl reluctantly accepted it and the two ascended upstairs. Now all that was left was Jazmine, Huey and Riley.

"Shit's gettin' outta hand." Riley lowly exclaimed in frustration.

"Right? I can't wait until we finally meet face to face with that…that…ugh!" Jazmine was a tad louder than Riley. Huey just shook his head.

"Well, we ain't gettin' anything done just standing here. Let's wake 'em up. We got work to do." Huey demanded as the other two gladly followed. Oh, the night wasn't over yet.

Hold tight, my friends, because next chapter, oh yeah, that's where things begin to get hectic. Believe that neither one of the crew members are bullshitting. Oh, you just wait.

So, ya'll can't wait for the action huh? lol well you're just gonna have to! Not long though, I promise!

But yeah, i mean, ya GOTTA review! :)