7
Juniper
What. The. Actual. f**k.
Juniper needed to think. She needed to breathe.
Blood and brains decorated the back of the leather couch.
She needed to not barf.
The singing reality show Chloe liked played way too loudly, crowding her thoughts. Her sister had been here, watching The Talent, just as she would’ve done had she been at home.
Chloe’s hot pink headphones sat in the empty space on the couch, between two very dead men.
Perhaps not just like home.
The middle of the couch was, thankfully, clean. Hopefully, that meant Chloe kept all her blood and brains in their original container.
Oh god.
She couldn’t stop the gag reflex. Acid burned at the back of her throat as her stomach revolted. For one appalling moment, she tried to swallow it back down, then keep it in with her
