A Call For Help

The scandal could ring the death of her career. The naked man in her bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at her. She stood over him with a knife in her hand and no memory of who he was or why she had killed him. Shaking, she lifted her hand to take her head. Only to notice the blood covering her hand. Dropping the knife, Juliana hurries to the bathroom. Hoping to scrub the blood from her person. After that was done, she went back to the bedroom. Juliana started to pace about the room. Trying to think of how she can fix this. Stopping suddenly,...