Jeannie's phone buzzed.


u did the right thing. The message read.


It was yet another message from her own number.


can u pls tell me who u are? Jeannie typed back.


soon came the reply.


Jeannie glanced at the clock. 3:29 it read. She hadn't slept more than a few minutes here and there since the police had left.

Before Jeannie could type Melaina Johns back into the search bar, her phone buzzed again.

Jeannie gasped. It was Jesse!


wat the fuk is going on? why is my cousin Brandon calling me from jail? It aint his fault ur a hoe!


Jesse! Why did u stop talking to me? And that guy is your cousin? He was outside my house, Jesse! What's this all about? Why did u share my pics?


Jeannie watched the message go from Delivered to Read, but no reply came.


Jesse? She typed again, but the message was never delivered.


He'd blocked her again. Glaring into her phone screen, a newfound courage grew within her. She took screenshots of the messages and sent them to her mother. She and Liz were meeting with Owen tomorrow, and they could certainly use everything they could get their hands on.

Jeannie put the phone down and decided to close her eyes. She finally felt tired enough to try to get some rest.