Chapter 7

Hey guys. I know I updated before anyone has even read the last one, but I have nothing better to do. I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes, it's late at night for me. Please just point them out and I'll fix them. Also, sorry for the last chapter. Looking back on it, it's terrible. I hope this one is better. Enjoy!

Courtney's POV:

I banged on the cupboard door screaming for help. Why the hell was I locked in here? I was scared, really scared.

I heard muffled voices drift through the door, but when I banged on the door my only response was a snicker. Was this some kind of ridiculous prank?

"Not effing funny!" I screamed. "Let me out, NOW!"

But there was no response. I heard footsteps padding away, and then there was silence once more.

Gwen's POV:

I slammed the door to my apartment shut, tears streaming down my face. I thought that I had wanted to be rid of Trent, but I was wrong. Wasn't I? This sickening feeling had to be wrong. Yet... deep down I felt some sort of relief. Twisted, guilt-ridden relief, but relief none the less.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' I thought bitterly. 'What kind of messed up person am I?'

Just then the phone rang. I let it ring out, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. A voice came out of the answering machine; they had left message.

"Gwen, Duncan is in hospital. It looks like one of his ribs might be broken, and a bad break too. They might have to do surgery. You should probably get here soon."

"Shit!" I shouted. I pushed the apartment door open, and pulled it shut behind me. It closed with a bang. I sprinted down the hallway and out onto the street. As I slid into my car, it did not occur to me that I had forgotten to lock my door.

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Until next time,

~Genny.