Bad Little Girl. (Jacob/Princeton love story/Action.) (Completed.)

Angee who?

Grace P O V:

"India?"

"Hey, please tell me you found something."

"I did. I found a knife."

"What'd it look like?"

"Black, jagged edges? It said something like, TR-3, Swat?"

There was silence.

"Grace. She tried to kill me. Hazel, tried to warn me, but I-I laughed. She told me to wait for what was coming. It was this."

"Oh my god.." I said.

"I knew it, I fucking knew it, Grace." She shrieked.

"We don't know everything yet, but I'll keep looking."

"Thank you so much, you don't get how much I appreciate this."

"It's fine."

I said, just before I hung up.

Time for Hazels house.

I have a key for Hazel's house so I can let myself in.

I unlocked the door and the house was silent, they must have been out.

I ran straight up to Hazel's room, "Haze, It's me, Grace." I called.

No answer.

I opened her door, to her of course clean room.

Her phone was surprisingly still here, meaning she wasn't far. I picked it up and went to her recent calls.

All it was, was "Angee."

She hasn't called anyone else in the last few days apart from Ang.

What's going on?

Messages.

Haze: What have we done?

Angee: We'll sort it, don't worry.

Haze: We better.

My heart started pounding beneath my chest and my breathing quickened.

Hazel, why did you let her drag you in?

Notes.

An email and password..

What the fuck is that?

I saved it on my phone for when I get back to look.

I put down her phone and started looking around again.

Hazel is known for hiding things under her mattress. I've known her for too long to not know that trick.

I flipped it up with ease and turned it on it's side.

A diary and a ski mask?

I picked up the diary and the mask too.

"What in the fuck would Hazel need a ski mask for? Please Hazel no, tell me you didn't help this bitch."

I took a picture of the mask and held tight of the diary. I picked up her laptop too and grabbed her backpack, along with the charger and everything else. I recklessly shoved it all in and put it on my back.

I don't think I wanna look around anymore. Once I was done, I arranged her room partially back to what it was.

She knows I take her laptop all the time, for school work and stuff. She shouldn't trip.

Me: to India.

Me: on my way.

An hour journey and I was at Rosemary's.