CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
I knelt, watched, and felt the gun by my hands. I stared at it, surprised. I heard Marcus’ words in my mind.
“...that was supposed to happen”
I was the girl that no one messed with. I remembered Officer Sheila’s words.
“...I’m thinking the more you scare, the madder you are, and the more ruthless you’ll get...he’s not going to expect that.”
Well, she was right. I was livid, a gun lay at my hand, and my best friend’s blood coated my floor.
My hand grabbed the gun and I stood. I would not and will not stand by when I can enact my own revenge, should it be justified or not.
Corrigan moaned at my backside and I whirled to the corner. My stomach emptied its contents and Corrigan was again unconscious.
My fingers twitched from my rage and my jaw firmed.
The hallways
