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"Done." He said. "Put your clothes back on." I just nodded in response and dressed back up. Minho giving me the cold shoulder is just so...unnatural. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "Its too late for that now. You already put us through pain." I felt like crying, but I didn't. I don't want to come off as weak.
"But I came to help you, didn't I?" My small voice almost broke, putting me on the verge of crying. Minho looked down and shook his head. "Please Nicole, go force yourself on other people." Ouch. That hurt like a bitch. With all the dignity I still had left, I walked out of the map room. I hate this. I hate this feeling. I hate him. I hate how we are now.
I bumped into Ben on my way back to the homestead. "Hey," He greeted. "You okay?" I shook my head no. I'm not okay. "Come with me." He smiled. I hesitated. Ben and I aren't very close, I've only talked to him once or twice in the maze. "I have some things to do." I quickly said and started to walk away. He gripped my forearm harshly. "Come on." What the hell? I pulled away from his grasp and started to run. Shit, I don't feel so good.
"Winston!" I heard Ben shout. A pair of arms grabbed me, pulling me away to some place. Winston covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me from shouting. I would've fought back, but weakness coursed through my veins. "Shut up or you'll be dead," Winston chuckled. "Well actually, you have no choice."
I felt a sharp blade go through my side, spreading pain through my body. I winced and dropped to the ground when Winston removed his arms from around me. "Why..?" I whispered. "This is your fault. You did this."
Ben pulled me up into a sitting position, making my wound sting even more. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He chuckled bitterly. His hands found the hem of my shirt, and I quickly struggled to push him away. Does he know about the map?
"Stop struggling!" He raised his hands and slapped them across my face. I whimpered in pain, both from the slap and the stab wound. He pulled my shirt off completely, tossing it to the side. He flipped me on my stomach, and I did my best to keep my wound off the floor. "So its true." He whispered.
"Who's there?" A familiar voice called out. I'm not gonna die.
"Help!" I tried to shout, but every muscle in my body ached. "Help!" I said for the second time before Ben covered my mouth. "We're gonna get caught!" Winston whispered to his friend.
Tears were flowing continuously from my eyes, and I couldn't stop them. Everything hurts.
"Ben? Are you here? I've been looking for you all day." Minho. He trusts Ben more than he should.
I bit on Ben's hand, hard. "Minho!" And this time, I did shout. "Bitch!" Winston hissed. He grabbed a handful of my hair, then slammed my head onto a tree.
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Minho's POV 💓
"Minho!" A voice shouted through the trees. Her voice. I quickly followed the sound, running to get there faster. I spotted two figures from a distance, as well as one on the ground. Shuck.
I ran faster, and as I got closer, I saw who the two figures were. And Nicole. She laid on the ground, blood surrounding her body. Nonononono. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.
Ben and Winston stood infront of her, stunned and shocked. Winston's hands were stained with blood. I quickly approached them and punched Winston square in the face, making him drop to the ground. But Ben...I trusted him. I just looked at him for a second before shaking my head.
I turned to Nicole and picked her up. Her head was also bleeding. Panic rushed through me, I almost dropped her when I saw how pale she was. I ran as fast as I can to the Med-Jacks, bumping into Newt on the way.
"Bloody hell!" He shouted. He didn't ask for anymore questions and helped me bring her in. "Ben and Winston, find them." I told Newt. He nodded and scurried out of the shack. Clint appeared from the door, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Minho, you have to leave." "But I can't leave her." I was on the verge of crying, its the first time I ever felt something as hard as this. "Please," Clint pleaded. I walked out of the shack, and that's when the tears came.
Maybe if I didn't make her leave earlier, she wouldn't be here like this. Maybe if I didn't push her away...
I ran a hand through my face. I'm such an asshole. A big shucking asshole.
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