Najee doesn't walk in until two in the morning. Kader and Keller are curled up in their bed. I'm under the covers in the other staring into the dark. John insisted he'd be fine in the chair.
Najee stumbles in and grabs the bed for support. He crawls onto the bed and lays beside me. He squeezes me, he smells like the bottom of a bottle of tequila.
"Frere Jacques..." he sings quietly his chin resting on my head. "frère Jacques..."
I want to be angry, I want to hit him but everything is so quiet now, the closest thing to peace we really ever have and I don't want to ruin it. Even if it's really Thierry or maybe it's Bruce, Bruce has always been a drinker.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
No Pain: Book 1
Fiksi RemajaWhen you don't feel pain, what is there to fear? In a world where everyone is missing something: the fear gene, the pain signal, the cage of normal bones. Everyone has an advantage. Regular is no longer part of our dictionary. Regular is obsolete an...
