Interrogation

My blood ran cold at Jojo’s question, her words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach, a sickening wave of nausea washing over me at the mere thought.

“I…” I did not know what to say. It was not like I had much of a choice. It was either I do that or Fallon would have had my parents harmed, or worse, killed.

“You will get used to it,” She replied, giggling as she adjusted herself in the car seat, proceeding to stare out the window, a look of contentment on her face.

Get used to it? I did not want to get used to it! I was now a murderer. I had now been sucked into a life that could have only been a nightmare or movie.

Thinking of it all now, maybe all of this would have never happened if I had just sat my butt in the mansion, not trying to find something to do in America.

But again, my brother still would have found out about the fact that Mitch had been cheating on him. And that was that.

“I don’t want to get used to it,” I mumbl