It was silent for awhile, but then Megan's phone started buzzing. She picked it up, with confusion written all over her face.
"Do you know this number?" She shows me the screen.
I shake my head. "Nope."
She answers the phone after a few moments. "Hello?" I hear a voice on the other end, but I couldn't make out what he/she was saying. Megan's expression went from confusion to fury in a flash. "How the hell did you get my number?" She yells.
"Who is it?" I ask as she stands up and paces the room.
Instead of answering my question, she puts her phone on speaker and then I hear a woman's voice. Jaycee. "...not important right now."
My blood boiled as I heard her speak. I'm sure the same goes for Megan, too. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't hang up and call the police." Megan says threateningly.
"I know who killed my mom," Jaycee's voice was melancholy. Then she corrects herself. "Our mom, Megan."
Megan tenses, and her next words were as cold as ice. "She may have kept you and your dad from killing me, but she was never my mom." I could see her eyes glazed with tears.
"Look, the point is, I know who killed her. Don't think I didn't see you throw up this morning after seeing her dead." Jaycee responds with a witty comment.
"How did you know she was even alive?" I intervene.
"Oh? Is that you sweetie?" Does Jaycee have an off-switch when it comes to flirting? Megan rolls her eyes. "I know because I double-crossed my dad. He doesn't know his Foster daughter is alive, so you're safe. You see, after he tried to burn Megan alive, he told me he was going after mom next. Megan, both of our dads killed our moms. I'm sorry for not treating you like I should've. I didn't know what it was like for you to lose your mom, but now I do. I'm sorry."
Megan's hand was white from gripping the phone tightly.
Jaycee continued, "I ditched dad after I found out his next plan. I loved mom." I could hear a faint sob on the other end of the line. "Anyways, my dad's the killer. He's hiding out in a warehouse just outside of the city." The call ends.
Megan seemed unaffected by Jaycee's last words, but I stand corrected. She turned around and threw her phone at the doorframe, hard enough so her screen shattered and cracked.
"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you were aiming for the door?" I question as she picks up her broken phone.
Megan turns to me with a smile. "You have no idea. This one-eye-sight thing is getting on my nerves. And I'm pretty sure I need a new phone, too." We both laugh.
"So what're you going to do about Jaycee and her dad?" The conversation take a serious turn.
She shrugs. "As far as I know, Jaycee is telling the truth. She wouldn't take a lie far enough to apologize for anything." She starts to open the door.
"Don't you dare go to that warehouse at this time of the day. It's too dark. Let The Flash handle it." I say.
Megan raises her eyebrows at me and a grin forms on her face. "Did you just refer to yourself in third person?"
"Maybe." I return the smile with one of my own. "But seriously, please don't go right now. You don't know what you're up against."
"Let's see here, the last time I faced my Foster dad, he had a bunch of grenades. I think we can check that off the list." She sends a sarcastic comment my way.
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Megan Ortiz just moved into the house next door to Iris West (her best friend) after finishing college and becoming a forensic scientist in Central City. She also has a reunion with Barry Allen, her elementary crush. But when Dr. Harrison Wells' par...