A fallout with Courtney

Farrell:

Courtney's words made me weak in the knees. She had to be joking, because what was I to do with that? Was she trying to manipulate me?

"What are you saying Courtney?" I asked, letting go of her arm.

I didn't know what to feel at the moment. There was a surge of emotions, and I couldn't depict if I was angry or annoyed. She was about to venture into something that would severe our relationship, and I needed her as much as I needed Molly. She is my sister, and it had to remain that way.

"I do not expect you to jump up and commend me for confessing my feelings for you. I just couldn't keep shut any longer, and I understand if you do not feel the same for me," she said in a low tone.

She must be fucking joking? Because this sounded like a full on manipulation. She was trying to use the fact that I had a soft spot for her and the fact that my mental health depended on her judgements. She was the only one that had been able to keep me down for long.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"