'He's always around so many women, who knows how many he's been fooling around before me.' She thought Zach was disgusting, yet she couldn't help feeling the same about herself. How she wished their paths had never crossed.

From downstairs, Jasmine's voice drifted up as she ascended the stairs. "Zach, did you make Madelyn upset again?" When she reached the door, she didn’t seem shocked when she saw what was happening in the room. Instead, she just smiled at Zach, "Why do you always get her worked up? Talk to me instead."

It was clear from how Jasmine looked at Zach that they had something special.

"Leave! This is MY room. Talk somewhere else," Madelyn said, putting down the craft knife in her hand. There was a small cut on her neck that was bleeding a little.

Madelyn didn't conceal the contempt in her eyes for them. To her, the relationships in this house were all tangled up and messed up. It felt as if the house were a decaying swamp, and everyone was trapped, unable to break free