Becca.

“BITCH! I’M GOING TO BLEED YOU DRY, BITCH!” screamed a familiar voice in my ear. My eyes widened as I realized Allison was here with her arms wrapped around me, pulling me away from the nursery and slamming me to the ground.

I still had the poker in my hand and quickly raised my arm and jerked it to the right, causing her to miss a strike with something. I couldn’t tell what she had, exactly, but assumed it was a knife of some sort. ...