COURTNEY
It's over a week I met Div and almost a week I started receiving flowers which brightens my day.
The flowers made me feel loved, knowing there's someone out there sending them to me.
I started resisting Simon everytime he came to me, then he started bringing weapons as a means of threat.
I still didn't find the heart to point a gun at him. One time, a text had entered my phone from Div. I wasn't surprised he got my number.
💬You don't want to do this, you aren't wicked leave it for me. He's not worthy.💬
I left his message on seen, afraid to let anyone die because of me. If Simon detects anything, I'm sure at least one of the gang members will be dead.
Also, Simon has been trying to kill Donald at every chance he gets but I'm always one step ahead of him to stop his plan.
I laid on the bed, trying really hard to sleep. Donald has been avoiding me like I'm some sort of plague. I understand him, he wants to believe his uncle and at the same time he knows I'm not entirely wrong. I flashed back to his reaction when I told me four days ago.
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He was sitting on the porch outside, enjoying the evening breeze and lost in thought.
I saw Simon peering out of the window at us.
I sat quietly beside Donald, staring into the dark night in silence.
"Why are you here?" He asked, refusing to look at me.
"Do you believe what Simon told you?" I asked softly, not looking at him, afraid of his answer.
"No" he replied
That one word sent hope surge through my heart. He doesn't believe Simon.
"Why?" I dared ask
"Because I haven't heard your side of the story?"
"Why didn't you ask me then?"
He shrugged in response and added "I wanted you to come to me first. Why did you kill the baby?"
"Simon isn't who you think he is, he killed my parents in front of me when I was eight years old and help me captive, raping me countlessly. I was surprised when I saw him and tried avoiding him but he threatened me and raped me countlessly while you're in the other room. I've made up my mind to put an end to it even if it involves killing him, I will and won't mind going to jail for it. He was my father's second hand man and my father trusted him with his life. Also, I was never pregnant. He always came prepared and had doctors inject me with birth controls."
Donald looked at me and burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked in surprise.
"You think I'll believe that? Uncle Simon is scared of flies and wouldn't hurt an ant and you say he killed your parents and held you captive?"
"I don't believe that. When you find a better explanation, tell me" he replied and left. My mouth hung in surprise. Since then he avoided me.

The door to my room opened silently, he must have picked the lock again.
My hand went to the gun under my pillow and closed my fingers around it tightly.
Suddenly I felt his hands on my neck, chocking me and his fingers blocking breath from my nose.
I was to stunned to react.
"I need you out of the way to kill Donald, you always seem know my every move. You're an obstructions to my plans" he said sinisterly in my ear.
I tried breaking free, to remove his hands from my nose and neck.
I'm not going to let him win the second time.
SIMON
I was getting tired of waiting and waiting for a perfect time. Every where I turn, Courtney seem to be there waiting for me.
Donaldson father is willing everything to his son in three days time without giving me any.
Don't I deserve anything? I helped him in the company too even if it's just a one week, a help is a help.
Nora needs to get out of the way, with that, everything will be back to place. Donald won't even worry about her because I'll tell him she ran away.
After I dispose of her, all I needs is a injection to make it seem Donald died naturally.
I picked her lock and entered the dark room.
I knew she wasn't asleep and must have thought I'm coming to have sex with her again.
She's no longer of use, others are there if I want to have sex besides I stopped being interested when she stopped crying and begging me to stop. It's what turns me on.
I can feel Donald is doubting my words, he'll always believe his blood over a stranger. I grinned happily as things are falling to place.
I gripped her neck to the bed and pinched her nose together, blocking every means of breathing.
She scratched my hands with her nails but it had no effect on me.
Next she brought out a gun and tried to click the safety off. I released her neck immediately and made for the gun. The time she used to catch her breath was enough for me to collect the gun.
She regained her breath rather fast and we began struggling against each other, it became the survival of the fittest.