End of Courtney

Farrell:

When I got a hold of the gun, I smacked Courtney gently on the face and she fell to the ground then I put the gun in my pocket, grabbed Lola and walked towards the room I heard Molly's voice.

Before I could get to it, Courtney jumped on my back, and grabbed hard on my neck. Her hands were obviously weak, and watching her struggle would have been funny in a different scenario.

"Can't you see I'm trying to save you!" She yelled, and I yanked her off my back.

I pushed Lola into the room.

"Farrell," Molly called out from where she sat with blind folds but I didn't respond, I shut the door, and faced Courtney.

The fact she kept acting as if I was in danger and needed help from her made me angry. There was definitely no amount of help that she could offer me at this point.

"Save me from what? You had one job but each time you were around, you only made me feel worse. I can't believe I failed to realise it until now,"

"Ingrate!" She scoffed, and then she stood up.

"Do you know how