It was a tense night. Marlon was trying to convince the others that you killed Brodie instead of him. Nobody believed you due to Marlon being their friends for yours. You glance over to Louis, looking for some sympathy, though you didn’t expect much since he was Marlons best friend.

Though, to your surprise, he cautiously stepped infront of you, shielding you from the gun Marlon was pointing at you. “Marlon…you don’t have to do this.” He puts his hands up. Marlon still looked pissed…