I watch as she coils on the floor in pain.
She is looking at me with those begging eyes but I could careless.
I'm just trying to help her.
"Help me." She says in struggled breath. Something in the back of my mind thinks this is wrong but I know so well that this is me helping her.
I can't stand and watch as she brings a gangster into this world.
The ones we have are terrorizing us enough as it is. I made that mistake once, I wouldn't want her to make it too.
I'm a good friend.
In a way this is supposed to teach Teddy a lesson, but also, it's me helping my best friend.
"Trust me Mel, I'm helping you." I sip on the last of my wine and walk to the bar to grab the whole bottle.
I didn't, but it's so expensive to waste it.
When I walk back she's still crawling on the floor.
I can onl
