"Why not?" I whine, throwing my armd out.
"Because," Johnny lowers my arms back to my sides, connecting our hands. "You're a wimp." He says with a smirk. "Letting you go in would be sending you to your death."
"Aren't you nice." I mumble, pushing him away.
He ignores me and continues. "Now be a good girl, and stop pouting." He lifts my chin, tapping it lightly.
"Make me." I dare.
"Please?" He tries again. "We don't want you dead."
Crossing my arms over my chest, I give in. "Fine." I sigh. "You losers win."
Johnny begins to walk away, but turns back before  he's too far, and holds out a hand. "You ready, Rosie, cause we gotta get going."
I nod, taking his hand in mine. "Let's give 'em hell."
He smiles widely at my words. "Don't try to sound bad, it's not pretty."
I stick out my tongue. "You suck, Salinger."

****

Upon entering and finding the room-as expected-overprotective Phillip sat me down on a bench, and told me to stay no matter what I hear.
I do as told, and wait. I've been waiting for what feels like forever, staring blankly at the wall opposite me.
Old movie posters line the wall (like old). Kathenine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Bette Davis, y'know people who've been dead for eighty something odd years.
But one movie poster imparticular is repeated three times: Shush Shush Sweet Charlotte, a sick and twisted movie.
At the sound of rapidly approaching heels, I jerk my attention away from the haunting poster.
"I've waited so long to meet you. Do you know that?"
"Huh?" I stand, trying to find the source of the feminine voice.
"I watched you play with your sister in the park, watched your mother patch skinned knees and broken arms. And all the while I thought 'look at this girl that took my mother's life doing exactly what mine should have done." A tall figure stalks toward me.
"W-who are you?" I ask.
"Afterward father sent me to boarding school because I looked too much like her." The blonde laughs bitterly, as though I hadn't said a thing. "Oh well in the end I knifed my own cousin, your precious mommy, right in the back, and left her for someone to find. Much to my pleasure you found her."
"You are a sick person." I state, disgust lacing around the words.
"That might be, but I've already won." She held her hand out like a showgirl. "I'm Stella Bates, by the way, and it's time for you to meet the masterminds of this all." 
Timing perfectly with a scream, not any scream but my sister's high pitched squeal.
I take off for the rec room. Pushing the through the double doors quickly, but no one's there. "Hello?" I spin around. "Anyone here?"
"We've been waiting for you to arrive, Ro." An all to recognizable tone rings out. "Anytime Ethan my boy."
"My pleasure, Kai."
I whip around to face the boy from the party-the one who took Amber. He holds a gun in his hands.
"I knew it was you at the party, and not your sister because you made one small mistake. You noted the coke in the drink, but didn't say anything. Amber would have." Ethan pauses for a second. "In fact, before I kill her, Kai, why don't you let Amber and co in to watch." He waves the gun around like a toy.
It kinda reminded me of Jerome Valeska during the Russian roulette scene with that cannibal. No okay, nevermind then.
"My pleasure." Kai opened a side door and let the three people I came with out. "Right this way, ladies and gents. The shows about to begin!" Kai announces. "We're just waiting on Ethan's mother to join us now." He says with a smile.
I'm still not sure what's about to happen. Is Ethan trying to scare me? Or is he seriously going to shot me right here right now?
"Kelly sends her regards." Kai says. "She wanted to be here, but she's too busy resting next to Talia in my freezer." Kai shrugs. "You'll be there too soon."
"Wha-" I was cut off by a shrill giggle.
"Sooner than you think. Take it away baby." Stella proclaims.
"Finally." Ethan groans, cocking the gun.
The next thing I know, a shot cuts through the air, and everything goes black.

****

I open my eyes, but quickly shut them again due to the blinding lught the fled in.
"Did you see that?" Someone asks excitedly. "She opened her eyes."
"You're exaggerating, AJ, you just want her to wake up, but the doctor says there's a big chance she won't." Someone else answers, they sound worn out and tired.
"Big chances, ay?" I mumble quietly, my throat feels like sand paper. "Hate to disappoint them." I open my eyes, smiling weakly.
"Rose!" Amber, Lip, and Johnny shout together, rushing toward the bed and hugging me.
"Ouch, guys, that kinda hurts." I laugh, or try to laugh but end up coughing. "How... How long have I been here."
"Three and a half weeks." Phillip replies, bending to kiss my forehead. "Thank God, you're okay, baby girl." He whispers, then straightens up.
Amber takes his place. "The bullet just barely missed your heart, you almost flatlined twice." She tells.
"Don't ever scare us like that again." Johnny comments, hugging me.
"So what's happened since I've been out?" I question, sitting up.
"Well first things first, Phillip killed Stella and Ethan." Amber informs.
Phillip shrugs. "What else was I to do? They hurt my Rose." He pats my head. "No one hurts her. Ever."
"I'ma go call Scar she'll be glad her 'Mom' is awake." Amber laughs.
"Have fun." I call as she leaves. "Now tell me what else happened. Don't leave out a second."