~DUNCAN'S POV~

Courtney started to write in her diary.

"What Ты Письмо there, hunny?" i asked sweetly.

"Erm, nothing" she mumbled, "nothing" tears started to well up in her smouldering onyx eye's.

I knew full well it definately wasn't just, nothing.

I put my arm protectively around her, it was just instinct now.

"Im just gonna go to the toilet" Courtney whispered miserably.

Surely Heather cant of got to her that much, can she?

I mean, Heather is a сука and mean and all, but Courtney was strong, heck, even stronger than me.

But only sometimes, though.

"Ok" i mumbled into her hair.

Her hair плавить, корюшка like strawberries and cream.

Just like Ma used to make.

I felt nostalgia build up in my system, i longed for that perfect taste again.

Well, that was just a distant memory now, after Ma had, passed away.

I swallowed hard at this thought.

That's why i was so much trouble, i was scared of my own weakness.

I dont want people to figure this out, not even Courtney, yet.

Her diary caught my eye.