"i don't want to think of anything else now that i've thought of you."
- daylight.
A guide on how to get the girl-disclaimer: Only follow upcoming instructions if you find yourself in a dystopian world, falling in love with the sister of the villai...
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I KNOCK ON THE door of Adam's home. We reached it but we still have to get inside. To be frank, I don't want to see Kent's face but I'd much rather know that Juliette's safe. It's odd but I have a feeling of deja vu every time I see her. Like I knew her before. But I didn't, so it doesn't matter.
"Adam!" Kenji cries. Coughs. "Please, man, if you're in there—"
I'm trying to make sure he doesn't fall over completely but it's difficult. So I attempt to hold him upright even though I too feel as if I could collapse at any second. "Don't be so ridiculous, stop talking."
"Kenji?" someone says from inside. After a few seconds the door eases open and sure enough, Kent stands in front of me.
Kenji muffles a groan. "Shit, man, what took you so long?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Adam isn't happy. Especially not when he sees me. "Why the fuck did you bring her!? Who sent you!?"
Kenji swears a few more times under his breath. "Look at me," he demands, though it sounds more like a plea. "You think I came up here to kill you?"
Adam pauses. Breathes. Doubts. "Maybe you didn't. But she definitely did. This has to be one of her sick plans!"
"If I had a plan, Kent," I start bitterly, "it would certainly not involve having to see you again."
"I have no problem putting a bullet in your back."
Kenji snorts. "Don't worry, bro. I already have a bullet in my back. Or my leg. Or some shit. I don't even know. And so does Sunshine here, so could you please stop being such a dick and let us in."
Adam opens the door. "I don't trust her."
"The feeling's mutual," I spit. "But unfortunately desperate times call for desperate measures."
"It's all right, I don't mind if you drag my ass inside." Kenji says to us.
Adam works his jaw. "I don't want your blood on my carpet. It's not something my brother needs to see."
Kenji stumbles up and staggers into the room. I follow him and my eyes lock with Juliette's. My heart drops in relief. This whole time I thought she might've been dead somewhere. But I can see she's more concerned about Kenji and I can see why.
While I'm shot too, his eyes are puffy, swollen, purple; there's a huge gash in the side of his forehead. His lip is split, slightly bleeding, his body slumped and broken. He winces, takes short breaths as he moves. His clothes are ripped to shreds, his upper body covered by nothing but a tank top, his well-developed arms cut and bruised. I'm amazed he didn't freeze to death. He doesn't seem to notice her until he does.
He stops. Blinks. Breaks into a ridiculous smile dimmed only by a slight grimace from the pain. "Holy shit," he says, still drinking her in. "Holy shit." He tries to laugh. "Dude, you're insane—"
