Kelly’s right. Shooting her now wouldn’t be a good idea and you put away the gun. The pair of you remain silent for the rest of the trip home and eye each other warily.

When you get home you get out of the car and grab your bag of money from the back seat without another word. Peter and his buddy Kevin are outside filming something irrelevant, but when they see you and Kelly their attention is turned.

“Hey Suzy, whatcha got in the bag?” Kevin says while attempting to touch you. You’re in no mood for his antics and you swing the bag of cash into his head. He falls to the ground and you proceed to pistol whip the shit out of him.

“Holy shit! This is great stuff!” Peter says pointing the camera at you.
“Open your fucking mouth you little bitch!” you scream into Kevin’s ear. When he complies you start jamming the pistol into his mouth and scream even more at him. The scene you’re causing in public makes all the neighbors head inside. Even a couple of the Morningstar clan make haste for their compound.

“DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN!” are your last demands to Kevin who is more than willing to capitulate to your threats. You then warn Peter that if he keeps stealing your clothes you’re shoving the gun up his ass and pulling the trigger. He backs off as well.

Kelly meanwhile is laughing at you abuse the pair of them.

“See, told you it did you some good. Now try to channel that energy into something more useful. You got a bunch of money now to help you get started.” Kelly says before going into the house.

And so you do. With the money you use it to get yourself an apartment and move out that lunatic asylum you used to call home. You also enroll into the local college and get a part time job there.

It’s a start of a brand new life for you and it isn’t exactly easy, but you’re better prepared to handle it now.

And as much as you’re loathed to admit it, Kelly was right.