I rushed to Oz’s side, confused.
“Oz, what the hell just happened?” I asked in a panic.
“Your stalker just came in shooting up the place. You need to call the police now,” he said, handing me his phone.
I took it and called the station. “911. What’s your emergency?”
“My stalker just came into my dad’s house and started shooting everyone. I was hiding in the closet, so I don’t know who else was hurt. He left when my brother shot him,” I explained.
“Stay calm, ma’am. I need your name and address, and I will send help.”
“Ivy Turner,” I replied, rattling off my address. “Please hurry! I don’t know how many people are hurt.”
“Do you have a place you can hide for now?”
“I need to go check on my family; I know they didn’t go down easily.”
“Ma’am, I need you to stay where you are.”
“I’m
