Ivy was woken up by two hands on her shoulders. She shot up, holding up the baseball bat she fell asleep with.

"Woah!" Jake shouted, jumping back with his arms in the air defensively.

She groaned and lowered it. "You scared me.."

He huffed out a sigh and staggered back over to his own bed. "Do you wanna go to school?"

Ivy frowned, turning to her brother. "Fuck no, are Junior's parents forcing us to?"

He plopped down on the bed, "They said we could stay home as long as we needed."

"Why are you being weird?" She questioned.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Did you forget what happened last night? With Chucky?"

Ivy looked down at the floor and sighed. "No, why do you think I slept with my baseball bat?"

"Then why are you being so cool about it? You've hated dolls since the day you were born." Jake explained, his eyes glued to her expression, desperately trying to read how she was really feeling.

"I still do.. and I always will. But to be honest, he did us a favor. He did the one thing we've wanted to do for years, and had the balls to actually do it." She explained.

Jake just stared at her blankly. "Are you kidding me? He killed our father, Ivy."

Before she could respond, he got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Ivy breathed out a sigh, running her hands through her hair anxiously.

"I appreciate it." A voice said from behind her.

She spun around, spotting Chucky sitting on the end of her bed. Ivy flinched, slowly shuffling away from him.

"Why are you so afraid of dolls Ivy? When I first met you I thought you were a fearless badass and now you look pathetic as hell."

She rubbed her neck uncomfortably. "I don't know, you just creep me the fuck out."

He nodded slowly. "I guess you have a good reason, I'm not exactly one of a kind."

Ivy's eyes widened as she locked eyes with the Chucky doll. She didn't understand why a Charles Lee Ray doll was trying to help them. It didn't make sense.

"Will you do a small favor for me, Ivy?"

She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. "Do I have a choice?"

The doll chuckled. "No, not really."

"What is it.."

"I want you to kill Lexi."

* * *

Jake and Ivy shoved into the backseat of their cousin's car. They haven't talked since Jake stormed out of their shared bedroom.

Junior was next to Ivy, his head leaned against the cold window. She rolled her eyes. There was nothing worse than being in the middle next to two depressed teenage boys. It made her want to vomit.

Jake started to move around uncomfortably, like he was about to piss himself or something. Ivy smacked his arm.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She hissed.

"You okay back there buddy?" Logan asked from the front.

The teen nodded awkwardly, "Ya it's just.. my seats hot."

Logan chuckled. "Oh, Jake.. I'm sorry you can turn that down. There's a switch over there on the right."

Ivy sighed. "Explains why my ass was on fire. I thought I was turning into an oven."

"You know, long periods of exposure can cause second degree burns. It's called toasted skin syndrome." Junior blurted out.

"That's ridiculous.." Bree scoffed.

Junior shrugged his shoulders. "Look it up, it happens."

"No it doesn't. Don't pay any attention to him." His mom said, shaking her head.

Ivy grinned slightly. "I don't mind. I actually love learning how to burn people to death."

The car went silent. Jake facepalmed next to her.

Logan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Remind me, what's your protein intake for the week?"

Junior sighed. "Uh, fifty grams a day."

"Oof, you should bump that up to seventy-five."

"But dad, states not until the fifteenth." Junior said. "Plus, I'm not a sprinter and I only weighed 105 this morning.

"We wouldn't want you to get injured a week before the most important game of your life." Logan continued.

"Just have a Clif bar before lunch, okay?"

"Okay.."

Ivy shook her head. "How do you weigh less than me?"

Junior turned to her. "Because I play sports instead of sitting on my ass all day."

Ivy froze, her hands turning tightening into fists.

"Ivy, he didn't mean it.." Jake said, grabbing her arm.

She stared at Junior for a second then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him up against the window.

The car swerved as Logan and Bree yelled for her to stop.

"Get your hands off him!" Logan shouted, pushing her on the arm with his free hand.

"Ivy, stop it!" Jake exclaimed, yanking her off him. Junior was breathing heavily, his arms up in the air.

"Sorry.." She muttered, looking down at the floor. Truth is though, she wasn't sorry. Ivy enjoyed how terrified Junior looked when she had her hands on him.

"It's fine, we know you're going through a lot." Bree said.

They pulled up at the school and Junior got out as fast as possible. Ivy rolled her eyes and got out as well. She waited for Jake but he didn't come out.

Ivy tapped on the back window. "Jake, come on."

He started to talk to Bree and Logan. Ivy groaned and opened the door, dragging him out of the car. "We're not doing this today."

"What the hell?" He said, shoving her hand back.

"What? Don't pretend they're your mommy and daddy Jake, they don't care about us. We're just a charity case to them." She said, tossing her bag over her shoulder.

"Shut up.." He sighed, closing the door.

"Hey." Logan said, getting their attention. He held out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to Jake. "For lunch."

Ivy crossed her arms over her chest. "Case in point.."

They watched them drive away. She rolled her eyes and started walking towards the front of the school. Everyone went silent as she walked past.

"Hey, Ivy? Maybe we should stay together." Jake stated, rushing after her.

"I guess everyone heard about what happened already.."

She grabbed her brother's arm and nodded. "Fine, just don't talk to anyone. No one actually cares about what happened last night."

"Hey, Wheeler's." Someone said from behind. Ivy spun around and spotted Oliver on their tail.

The teen groaned and started to walk faster. "Nope."

"Would you relax?" Jake whispered, nudging her on the arm gently.

"Good to see you two back." The brunette boy said as he joined them, a pity-filled smile on his face. "How are you doing?"

"Hey, Oliver. We're okay." Jake answered.

"You didn't miss much." He replied with a sigh. "Mrs. F dropped a pop quiz and then Junior's pissed about what you said about me and Lex."

Ivy chuckled slightly, getting their attention. "There it is, the real reason you're talking to us Oliver. You don't care that our father died, all you care about is yourself."

The teen rolled his eyes. "I do care, Iv."

"Don't call me that.." She sneered.

"You mean what Chucky said?" Jake interrupted.

"Right.." Oliver chuckled. "That shit was hilarious. Look, Jake, I just want to express my condolences."

He stopped walking and Ivy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Thanks." Jake sighed.

"And I wanted to apologize for every time I gave you shit guys, that was not cool. I'm really sorry." Oliver rambled.

"Fuck that." Ivy mumbled, her hands turning into fists.

Jake didn't seem to buy it either, not that he would. Lexi and Oliver have been jackasses since the day they met.

"Okay.." Her brother said, not convinced.

"I'm having a party tonight." Oliver explained. "I think you should come, both of you."

Ivy frowned. "Absolutely not honey, see you never."

Jake stepped forward. "A Halloween party?"

"Yep. Costumes, Corona's and candy." He said, leaning closer to Jake.

"And we're not talking m&m's."

Ivy smacked Oliver on the arm and he backed up. "Okay, uh, anyway.. My parents are in London for the weekend so it's gonna be sick."

"Uh, we don't have costumes." Jake mumbled.

"I'm not stepping foot in your sex dungeon ever again." Ivy snapped.

"Whatever." He sighed "Just bring Chucky."

Ivy watched him walk away. "You're not seriously going to that thing, are you?"

"Maybe.." He contemplated.

She slapped him on the back of the head, "Fuck that. I know Oliver, he's a total ass hole."

"You think that about everyone, Iv." He seethed, shoving past her.

"And I've been right so far."

* * *

She followed Jake through the hallway. Everyone was still whispering about their father and giving them looks of fake pity.

"Jake." Ivy said, grabbing his arm. "You were right."

He stopped and turned to her with wide eyes. "There is no way you just said those words to me."

"Don't ruin it." She sighed. "You were right about staying together. I don't think we should leave each other alone."

He nodded his head, still not convinced. "Are you being serious right now?"

She frowned. "Yes, I'm being serious."

Before he could respond, Devon came over. "Hey, guys."

Jake's head shot up. Ivy chuckled, watching her brother stumble around. "Uh, hi."

"What's up?" Ivy said, trying to start a conversation.

Jake hurried past him, trying to avoid any talking but Ivy wasn't gonna let that happen.

"Uh, not much." Devon admitted.

"Jake." He muttered, turning around.

Jake froze in place, his eyes averting back to Devon. As much as he tried to avoid it, Devon wasn't going to walk away with just a "hi".

"I'm sorry." Was all Devon said.

A small smile spread across Jake's face. Ivy felt like she should've removed herself from the conversation since Jake was her brother and they needed boundaries, but it was either this or class and this sounded better.

"Thanks, I appreciate it.." Jake stated, still smiling.

Devon nodded. "I've been thinking about you."

A smile started to spread across Ivy's face too. There was something about Devon that made her feel like she could trust him but Ivy knew she couldn't.

"You have?" Jake questioned.

Ivy was glad he actually admitted that, since Devon is all Jake thinks about.

"About what you've been going through." He said. "You know, my dad died when I was nine."

Ivy sighed, of course he was thinking about their "awful" situation. It's the only reason people have been being nice to them. Pity. No one actually wants to talk to them, they just want to pretend to care so they don't feel like a bad person.

Jake nodded, "Yeah.. I remember."

Devon started to walk down the hall and Jake followed, that's when she decided it was probably for the best if she didn't follow.

Ivy headed to her class, shoving past the herd of people in the hallway. There was no point in waiting for them to pass. When you're walking slowly, expect to be shoved.

"Great.. six hours of the most painful thing on the planet. Learning."

* * *

School was over. Apparently Junior walks home, which is a shock considering he doesn't go outside unless it's for some kind of suck-up-to-daddy sport, so the three of them had to walk home together.

"What if we bolt, leave him here." Ivy suggested.

"We don't know how to get to his house from here." Jake argued, shaking his head.

She frowned. "Fine, we'll continue walking with daddy's little boy."

Junior looked back and sneered. "I heard that.."

Ivy crossed her arms over her chest, "Good."

Jake shoved her arm.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"Don't be such a dick.."

She huffed out a sigh. They were about twenty feet away from their cousin.

"So.." Ivy started, nudging her brother. "How'd things go with Devon?"

He smiled, a slight blush lighting up on his cheeks. "He's good- I'm good. We were just talking."

She scoffed. "Right."

"Keep walking, lover boy."

* * *

Jake and Ivy followed Junior into the house. They tossed their bags to the floor while Junior turned the silent alarm off. Yes, they have a silent alarm like a fucking bank.

Ivy looked around at the house. She didn't want to live in this place, it didn't even look like a home. There were no photos of the family, no trash or hoodies anywhere, this place hasn't been lived in. It's just a house with big fancy shit everywhere.

"Logan changed the code." Jake said, snapping her into reality. Junior watched with a frown as he fixed the code.

He spared Junior a smile and headed to the kitchen. Ivy followed, running her hands through her hair.

Jake opened the fridge. "Hey, you want a popsicle?"

Junior scoffed, "No.. thank you."

Ivy rolled her eyes, "He wasn't talking to you, dipshit."

Jake nodded and tossed her one. She tore the wrapper off and slid her tongue down it obnoxiously.

"Whatever. I don't need you offering me popsicles in my own house." Junior explained. "You know what I mean?"

He sighed. "Annie's has been making those for me since I was three years old.."

Jake shrugged his shoulders. "So?"

"Again, wasn't talking to you." Ivy muttered.

"So, could you just stop trying so fucking hard!" Junior exclaimed. "Okay?"

Jake nodded, looking off to the side. Ivy ripped the dark purple popsicle out of her mouth and squashed it down onto the table. Junior turned to her and sighed.

"Pick that up."

"No." She said, crossing her arms.

"You can't leave it there." He argued, staring down at the mushy purple mess.

"You're daddy wouldn't like this. Would he?"

The teen clenched his jaw, contemplating whether he should clean it up himself or force her to do it.

"Just please, pick it up." He said quietly.

"See, Jake's not the only one trying too hard. All you do is try to please your dad and he never cares, does he? No, he just makes you do more-" She started.

"Guys!" Jake interrupted. "Call 911!"

Junior turned to him. "What?"

"Call nine-one-one!" Jake repeated, running out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Junior said, clearly annoyed.

Ivy furrowed her eyebrows, walking around the island. She froze when she spotted Annie face down laying on the dishwasher with about ten knives stabbed through her neck and face.

"Holy shit!"

* * *

Ivy, Jake and Junior were all on the couch as the "grief counselor" talked to them.

Ivy wasn't listening to a word the woman was saying, all she cared about was what the detectives thought. She could hear their faint voices from the living room. Junior was in another world next to her.

"All it takes is one little slip." Devon's mom said.

"Or one little push.." The other detective muttered.

"What are you saying?" Bree intervened.

"Well, I'm just saying, this is the second freak accident in this town in less then a week.. and your nephew's are at a ring side seat for both." He explained.

Ivy scoffed, there was no way they had the evidence to blame this on two teenagers. They weren't home when Annie was murdered.

"Shawn.." Evans sighed.

"What?" He shot back.

She sighed. "But we know from all the door cam footage that no one stepped foot inside this house before they got home from school.

"Annie must have been dead before they came through that door."

"Unless they're covering for each other." Shawn argued.

Ivy rolled her eyes. They had no evidence, just that they were there when Luke was murdered but that's not good enough. No one was arresting them for homicide.

"Shawn, Please." Evans interrupted. "Let me handle this, okay?"

"Handle what?" Bree exclaimed.

"Yes, what exactly are you saying?" Logan joined in.

"Look," Evans started. "I'm sorry to have to ask you this but.. did Jake or Ivy have any issues with Annie?"

Ivy shook her head. "You've got to be kidding me.."

"Ivy." The counselor said loudly, making the teen flinch.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"I just have a few questions for you." The woman stated.

Ivy rolled her eyes, turning to her. "Well, I'm not going to answer them." She turned back to the more interesting conversation.

"What about Junior?" Evans asked, making Ivy chuckle.

Bree scoffed, "What?"

"Bree, I have to ask."

"Junior loved Annie!" She shot back.

"She practically raised him.." Logan added.