I slowly put my hands up, defeated. “Mrs. and Mr. Turner, we didn’t mean anything bad, I swear,” I plead.
“I’m sure, darling,” Mrs. Turner says with a soft tone, which contrasts with the threatening g*n. “But we do.”
“Why?” I ask, starting to seriously freak out. I hear a growl coming from beside me, and I see Olivia looking at them with anger.
I hear a loud noise. I scream when I see my friend falling, her shoulder starting to be tainted with red.
She looks at me, debating internally. “Sorry,” she finally says. “Don’t worry, you’re safe,” she murmurs, before standing up quickly and jumping through the window. I hear bullets getting fired, and I rush to the window. There is some blood on the floor, but Olivia isn’t here. I try to look around, but she disappeared.
“s**t! I’ll go after
