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Larissa Murder

"Where?" Ask Jessy quickly. Justin hurried out of the room.

"I... I'll see Devan for a second, wait. I'll be back in a minute." Justin actually left, the sound of Justin's footsteps rapidly descending every step of the stairs.

Jessy looked at her confusedly dazed self. What was? Why is Justin so rushed? Who Justin is looking for. Jessy shook her head, trying to believe and not thinking badly. Yes, Jessy has to convince herself to trust Justin.

At the sound of a car engine, Jessy peeked out of her bedroom window. Justin's car is speeding, though,

"Justin, Devan, and Sara." Mumbled Jessy. The three of them were mysterious.

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Jessy looked at the bread before her uninspiredly. He was dressed and waited for more than an hour. Justin has no news at all!.

"He chose his friend again." Grouse Jessy. He walked towards the sofa, dropping himself lazily.

Again Jessy stole a look at the wall clock. Time keeps rolling in and Jessy gets even more upset. He was bored alone in the house. Strange, indeed, when he was used to being aloof like this since deciding to move to LA. However, because lately Jessy is always accompanied by Justin, making her feel bored with this quiet state.

Jessy turned on the television, a talk show with a beautiful model on the screen. As Jessy's smile appeared, her imagination just flashed. If she has a daughter, Jessy wants to make her a famous model. He is too confident to remember himself and Justin who has a charming face.

"God, what am I thinking." Jessy was embarrassed. He is too hopeful.

The voice of the notification on the phone made Jessy distract him, the latest news. 'A woman was found dead with multiple stabs stoned.'

Jessy's originally smiling face was suddenly cheap, this news made her doubtful. He opened the news with a slightly shaking finger.

'Los Angeles - A woman is found dead inside her home. There are some marks on his body...'

"Breaking news." This time the television showed the news brought by a female reporter.

Jessy's eyes warmed up, she shook her head quickly. The phone in his hand just fell, on the television screen is now highlighting a white house that has been given a police line.

"No way." Jessy's voice shook, she couldn't believe it. It was Larissa's house!.

"Laissa." Isaac Jessy. She cried. His heart was tight and in disbelief. No, it's all a nightmare!.

Jessy takes back her phone, the crack on the screen is obvious, but Jessy doesn't care, she immediately calls Larissa. The call kept ringing, none of it was answered.

"Larissa, come on it's definitely not you!" Jessy's angry. He snapped at his own phone, his tears growing louder. His body was shaking and unprepared for all this.

"Laissa." Jessy's sobs are getting more heartbreaking, her body just slumped, she is unbearable to hold her own body, tears keep flowing.

With a slight tremble, Jessy ventured to read their messages. Her heart stopped when she saw Larissa's message on Sunday night, and Larissa gave her address. The exact same address he saw on Devan's message. His body was weak, his brain could not think.

111 N Rossmore Ave.

111 N Rossmore Ave.

111 N Rossmore Ave.

111 N Rossmore Ave.

Those words seemed to be mocking Jessy, circling and surrounding her mind. Making Jessy close her eyes, she cried.

"Larissa forgive me." Jessy's isak.

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