thomas

"Why are you saying this? " I asked. "I thought you loved me."

"Listen. I'm sorry. I'm getting worse by the hour. I don't have many sane ones left. Please leave. While I can still speak some of what I want, Thomas, I really do love you." He said. I felt Brenda's hand grip my own. I tried to say something, but Newt put up his hands to argue. "I don't want anything more from you. Some people are planning on breaking out of here, and I plan to go with them." Tears were rolling down my cheeks that were burning hot. "I don't expect you to understand, but I can't be with you anymore. I don't want you to have to witness this first hand. Let's just say goodbyes so you can remember me from the good old days."

"We can't do that. You're our friend. We can't forget you. Ever." Minho said angrily.

"Shuck it!" Newt yelled. "I'm trying to stay calm, but at my point, it's not working! I've said what I had to say, now GET OUT OF HERE!"

"I think our new friend asked you to leave him alone." A old man with greasy hair said as he jabbed me with a dirty finger.

"STAY OUT OF THIS!" I yelled at him. "He was our friend way before he came here!"

"He is a Crank. Which makes him our business. Now leave.....him...... alone." He said pulling strands of oily hair out of his mouth of rotten teeth and gasping for breath.

"This is between us. You leave." Minho sassed. The man started attacking and Brenda sated the shard of glass out of his hand. Newt shot him with the launcher and everyone fell silent.

"I told him to stop." He whispered. "Now," He pointed the gun at Minho. "You need to leave. No more talk. Just go." We stood there in shock for a few minutes until Newt started shouting again. "If you don't leave now. I'm going to shoot." I started pulling Brenda and Minho and only hoped that Jorge was following. Away from Newt. Away from his love. Forever.