Taylor shoved her sister awake. "Hey! Wake up! Why the hell are the cops here!?" she whispered furiously. "What the hell are you talking about?" Zoey mumbled groggily, rolling over to face her sister. "I'm talking about the cops showing up at the fu*king front door with a goddamn arrest warrant for you! Who the hell is Whitney Porter?" Taylor said, her voice becoming panicky. That got Zoey's attention. Springing up out of bed, Zoey grabbed her purse. Rummaging around in it, she snatched up her phone. "Dammit, it's almost dead! F***, f****, F**K!," she said, glancing around furtively. "Uhm, you don't know anything. As far as you know, I'm at a friend's house." Zoey dashed toward the door. Turning around, she pleaded, "But not Ryleigh. Please don't mention Ryleigh." "And where the hell are you going?" Taylor asked, terrified. "Away from here. Get rid of the cops and call me when they're gone," Zoey replied, running into Taylor's room and opening the window, which faced the backyard. "But why?" Taylor asked frantically. "There's no time to explain now. But Tay? I love you," Zoey said. Then, she was gone.