I'm sorry

Molly:

"Get out of there Pedro. Let's go home," Farrell said, and then he ended the call.

We got into the car together while he waited for Pedro. When Pedro arrived we drove off from the hotel.

Farrell was cold throughout the drive. He looked like he was very angry, and I was so scared to even speak to him. He barely looked at me. His head was turned towards the window, and he was lost in thought until we got to the airport, boarded the plane and got home.

Deep down I blamed myself for all these. I knew it was the Dark Mambas, and maybe if I wasn't foolish, this wouldn't have happened. If I didn't run off that night, I would have been on my vacation, probably tanning under the sun.

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The car pulled up to our house in no time. As soon as the car stopped, Farrell got out and marched into the house, while I slowly came out. Pedro took our luggage inside with help of the maids while I walked to my room sadly.

When I got to my room, I threw myself on the bed, and sobbed harder. I