JUDE
"Not the time and place, we have fucking cameras on us." The taller man manages to push him away before he runs towards me, where I am seated next to Mariah, who is now rousing from unconsciousness.
"Fuck," the boy leans down, and I have to blink twice because there is no way Zein is in front of me.
"Zein?" I whisper with a rasp.
"Yes, it's me. Fuck Jude, what the fuck is going on? This is so bad, fuck. They messed up your face. Shit!"
Someone crouches down at me and then pulls me up, but he is doing it all on his own because my knees are weak and I can't even stand up straight. I do know that scent though. That cold, ocean scent that calms me instantly.
"Miko?"
"I am beginning to question your coping mechanisms, baby," he says, smiling a little, and my heart starts breaking.
"I am sorry I am sorry I didn't mean to. I don't want this- it's all so wrong," I cry quietly, gripping his arm, begging him. "Don't leave, please?"
