"Does Jasper still talk to Jordan?" I asked

"No. No one in the family has talked to Jordan since he was kicked out. Well, after they found out his true identity, he was sent to jail for 3 years," she looked at her phone, then back at me. "He’s been out of jail for a little over a year now. All of us assumed he was dead already, but I guess he isn’t," she said.

 I got up off the bed and started pacing back and fourth. "I need to call Rico and tell them who it is," I mumbled to myself. "I’ll be right back Spence," I said. I walked over to her and brought her into a hug.

"I’m sorry," she repeated over and over again into my shoulder.

"It’s not your fault. I’ll be right back."

x~o~x~o~x~o~x~o

"This is Rico," the voice on the other line said.

"Rico! It’s not Jasper," I shouted into the phone. I was pacing in the kitchen while clenching my fist.

"What do you mean it’s not Jasper?"

"I’m really sorry Rico, but I broke some rules," I said looking out the window by the sink.

"Ashley," he said in a stern voice.

"I told Spencer about what happened that night. I told her everything." My fist pounded on the sink and I looked down. "She needed to know, but that’s when she told me about Jordan," I said looking up. The streetlight flickered, and under the light was a man looking at the ground.

"Why Ashley! She could be in serious danger now," he said angrily. I stared out the window and the man slowly started looking up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

"Rico, how much longer until you get here?" I asked as I watched the man twirl the butterfly knife in his hand. Jordan.

"I’m getting on the plane now, so around 3 hours," he said. I could here the flight attendant talking in the background. "Why?"

I rubbed my eyes to see if I was really seeing what I was seeing. Once I looked back to under the streetlight, and he was gone. "He, he’s here," I stuttered in a frightened voice.

"Ashley, what are you talking about," Rico asked. Just then, I heard faint talking, and a loud thump from upstairs. I looked up at the ceiling and towards the stairs.

"Rico, I need you to get here as fast as you can," I said quietly. I hung up the phone and dialed 911. When the operator answered, I gave them my address. As I was talking to the operator, I heard doors opening, closing, and footsteps.

Once I hung up the phone, I quietly walked towards the knife drawer, and grabbed one as I slowly walked towards the stairs.