Brandi's POV
She glares at me as I press the gun on her bloody forehead.
"I am no longer the fifteen-year-old girl you use to hit whenever he would ignore you and molest me." She chuckles as if she thinks I'm playing.
"Like you'll pull.." I shift the gun and shoot the floor next to her. She jumps to her feet as Amber runs in.
"Crazy b***h!"
"If I'm crazy, it's because you sick f***s made me like this." I c**k the gun and aim it at her when the door flies open.
"What was that?" I keep my eyes trained on her as I reply to Amber.
"Amber, go get security. We have a trespasser who won't leave." She looks at me and the gun, then at Carmen.
"I'm leaving," She announces and shuffles to the door. I sigh once she leaves, lowering the gun. I glance at the bullet wedged into
