JASON’S POV
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“Dad!” I bang my fist against Elion’s door frantically, “Dad!” I yell. I don’t wait another second for permission and enter the house, my ears ringing with tension as my heart beats rapidly. My head turns left to right as I scan the house, only to stare into the direction of the stairs when I hear loud footsteps, “Jason? What’s wrong?” My dad comes trotting down the stairs, his eyes wide and mom follows him with her suitcase, but she doesn't look bothered one bit by my pleas for help. She stares at me blankly, as if knowing something bad happened, wanting to tell me ‘I told you so,’ but I ignore her presence like she ignores Mallery’s. "Come, right now." I demand, turning and I rush back to my house, glancing over my shoulder to see if he's following me, and I feel somewha
