"You Don't Own Me": A ROURTNEY fanfic

Chapter 7- Smithereens

"Where were you? We were supposed to be out of here, 10 minutes ago." Shor asked seeming a bit pissed, packing up the van for his next scheme.

"I'm sorry, but it's a long distance between here and Connolly street." I said with a sigh.

He rolled his eyes, "Well come on, these people aren't gonna kill themselves you know".

"We are going to kill people?"

Shit if I don't go through with this, Shor will think I'm weak and I don't want him thinking that.

"What? Nooo", He said in a sarcastic tone.

I gulped, "It's not in my nature to kill people".

He handed me a knife, giving me stern look, "It is now".

I left the factory grounds, feeling nervous as hell getting into the back of the van, the van had broken glass, bullet holes and the seats were torn to shreds. I'm actually surprised how the van still is running because of all the damage probably from other schemes, heists, robberies, etc. Shor sat in the back with me, as one thug drives, and two other sat in the back with us. There was plenty of room in the van but it was stuffy to me, I was in desperate need for some fresh air, We arrived at an old wooden house near the border, it was already dark outside and I could see lights on in the house.

Shor got out of the van first, and rubbed his hands together "and so the fun begins". He began walking into house with his henchmen with me trailing behind them.

I tried focusing on the house, trying to get my mind off the so called 'Surprise' that was in store for me, The house was beautifully decorated with precious ornaments, keepsakes, family photos... Ugh, this isn't helping at all.

I looked around a bit more, curiously. Shor already was in the living room with the other thugs getting everything prepared, he told me wait in the hall for him. I could hear screams, I tried ignoring them but their screams rang through my head like church bells. I covered my ears with my hands, but it made no difference.
I could hear Shor faintly, "Well hello, Brock".

What's going on in there, I knocked on the door of the living room, "Come in Babe".

I walked in and was met with a horrible scene, Shor stood in the middle of the room swinging around his gun excitedly around his finger with a couple tied up on the couch behind him, he's insane.

"Courtney, Brock", "Brock, Courtney" he said introducing me to the man."Oh and this is Marisa, Brock's loving wife".

"So.... B-rock happened to give me a little gift to me and so... I felt bad that I didn't get him anything. He lifted his sleeve on his right arm, showing a huge scar running down his arm. So, then Brock is the policeman that cut Ross's arm open?

"So here's my gift for him". He aimed the gun towards Brock, Marisa started screaming but it was muffled because of the duct tape on her mouth.

I felt as if I was going to throw up when the man's blood splattered everywhere.
Marisa screamed and shut her eyes at the scene.

"Okay" Shor chuckled, "You're turn".

He walked towards me with try to hand me the gun, which only resulted in me taking a few steps back, closing my eyes, so I couldn't see what was going on in front of me.