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Chapter 14 - Psycho.

   "Brooklyn!" I heard Caroline shriek from her room.

   I was shocked awake, my eyes snapped open and I sat up straight in my bed.

   "What!?" I hollered back.

   "Get your ass in here right now!"

   My eyes went wide.

   What the hell?

   "What do you want Caroline!?"

   She burst into my room, I pulled my blankets up to cover my chest, "You stole my Bikini!"

   Oh.

   "Ugh… don't you have enough of those?" I whined, slumping back into my bed.

   "No! Give it back!" She shrieked, stepping forward and ripping the covers off my bed.

   I yelped and curled into a ball, "What the hell Caroline!"

   "Give it!"

   "I don't have your stupid pathetic excuse for a bathing suit. It's at Red's."

   She shrieked and snatched Red's tripp pants off of the end of my bed, stomping out of my room.

   I jumped up and wrapped my house coat around me, stumbling out after her, "What are you doing!"

   I followed her into the living room and saw her opening the fireplace door.

   "Caroline!" I yelled, Jumping forward and grabbing onto the pants, tugging them, "Those aren't mine!"

   She growled and pulled them out of my hands. A loud "RIIIIPPP!!" echoed through the house, I gasped, then cried out in pain and surprise as she kicked me in the stomach, sending me crashing back into the TV.

   The various delicate artifacts wobbled on top of the TV stand, falling and crashing, the heavy shell that Jean had found in Mexico fell down and caught me on the eyebrow, leaving a deep gash.

   I cried out again and watched as Caroline threw the tripp pants into the fire, turning and stomping out the door.

   "You crazy psycho bitch!" I screamed after, "What the Fuck!?"

   No answer.

   I blinked in shock, feeling warm blood ooze across my eyelid and down my cheek.

   I stood slowly, holding onto the TV stand, dizzy.

   "Ohh…" I moaned, watching blurry-eyed as thick drops of blood formed a small pool at my feet.

   I ran the back of my hand under my chin, looking at it. It was covered in bright red blood.

   I stumbled across the house to the bathroom, leaving a dark red zig-zagged trail of spots along the hallway, stopping in the bathroom doorway and staring at my swelling face in the mirror.

   I gasped at the blood and hobbled forward to the sink, grabbing a cloth off of the hanging shelf, shaky handed and fainting before I could turn back, hitting my head on the edge of the bathtub.