(not for people with weak stomachs)
Juliette is being hunted. But this killer doesn't want to just hurt her physically, he wants to hurt her mentally first. Soon Juliette realizes no one she is linked to is safe. Will she be able to protect her family from this mad man? Or will Juliette always be haunted by HIM?


2. Chapter 1

Five years prior to the prologue...

~Juliette's POV~


Beep! Beep! Beep!




Beep! Beep! Beep!


      Stupid alarm clock. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up in bed, 5:00 a.m., and two hours before I had to go to work. I work at the Springville Historical Center where I play Young Bird, a 16-year-old Iroquois girl. The job is terrible, but it pays well. And with my thick Indian roots, I fit in just fine.


Beep! Bee-!


      I slam my hand down on the snooze button. Ah, peace and quiet. I slid my feet into my slippers and walked downstairs.


      “Morning,” my mom said, she was sitting on one of the stools facing the counter, reading the daily newspaper, “Work today?”

“Yep,” I mumbled, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

      “Emilie is in her room packing, you might want to go help her,” she said with a wink. I was surprised to see her so happy. We almost never got along.


      Sure enough, my predictable, responsible sister was packing for college three weeks before she needed to leave. Unbelievable.

      “Hey, Em. You okay?”

      Emilie looked up at me with her big green eyes threatening to overflow with wet tears. Her brown hair just brushed her shoulders and she moved her bangs out of her face. She wiped her eyes.

      “Oh, Juliette! I don’t want to leave! I’m not ready!” Emilie cried, her face buried in her half packed suitcase.

      “It won’t be half as bad as you might think,” I coaxed.

      Emilie is the smartest and second youngest out of all my siblings. We have one older brother, Liam, but he moved to Texas a long time ago. We haven’t seen him since. Our littlest sister, Matia, goes to a boarding school in Michigan. She’s in her junior year of high school. I, after graduating high school, chose not to go to college. I picked up my current job right away in order to raise money for Emilie to be the first out of all of us to go to college. Now it was my job to make sure she went.

      She sniffled. “How would you know? You never even went!” She got to her feet and picked up the lavender sweater I got her for her birthday. She admired it and dried her eyes again, before placing it on a hanger and placing it carefully back in her closet. “All I’m saying Juliette, is that I’m afraid if I leave, who will be left here? You, mom and dad? When was the last time you guys haven’t fought about anything and everything?” She laughed a shaky laugh, “I won’t be here to keep the peace, Juliette. This is going to be your job now, and you need to restrain yourself from starting unnecessary conflicts.” Then she pushed past me and walked out the door.

      What was this? My little sister was telling me to behave myself while she was off to college on the money I raised for her? That seems fair, I thought sarcastically. And then I also left Emilie’s room, the half-packed suitcase still lying on the floor.

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