Jerome's POV
The sound of the canon booming rang in my ears. We walked silently in a blurr. I could hear Mitch's wimpers and whispers of "I'm sorry" or "I didn't mean to" as we went on. I was angry, and that made it worst. I couldn't tell if I was angry at him, or just the situation we are in. Maybe its both. I don't know.
I just want to leave this hell. I want to go home, like it was before all of this. Before I got here. Before Mitch killed Alex. I want to go home.
Mitch's POV
I walked behind Jerome silently. My stomach felt knotted up and full of pain. But I didn't care. Jerome is angry at me, mostly hates me now, and that hurts worst.
I wanted to hug him and tell him I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I did. I wanted to so badly. But I can't. I fear that he will yell at me again and hurt me.
I deserve it too, though. I'm a horrible person who deserves pain after what I've done.
I start crying again.
Jerome's POV
Mitch started crying again. I could hear it. I hated hearing him cry. I want to turn around and tell him to stop. That he doesn't deserve to cry after what he's done to Alex. And to be honest, I want to hit him. He deserves it anyways. Doesn't he?
About 10 minutes later, Mitch finally spoke up.
"Jerome?"
I ignored him.
"Jerome, I think we should stop." Mitch whispered.
"Don't tell me what to do." I turn and hiss at him. He looks taken back, and hurt. But I don't care anymore.
"Jerome please. We need some rest." He pleaded.
"No, we don't. We are fine."
He stayed quiet for a few moments, then spoke again. "At least let me see your eye."
"No, its fine. I don't need your help." I walked on. I could hear Mitch jog to catch up with me.
"It looks infected, Jerome. I have things that can help it," Mitch says, "Please Jerome."
I stop. "If it'll shut you up." I growl at him.
Mitch's POV
I watched as Jerome sits on a large rock nearby. I take my pack off and search for the bottle of water and the left over bandages that I didn't use.
I pull them out and bring them over to Jerome. He doesn't look at me, only the floor. I wouldn't blame him.
I take a good look at his eye. Its all puffy and swollen. Looks like he's been beaten up. My jaw locked up, and I push away the anger.
"Is it alright if I clean your eye?" I ask.
He doesn't reply, his eyes are still locked on the ground.
I sigh, and pour a tad bit of water on my sleeve. I bring it up to his face and dab it gently on his eye to make sure I don't hurt him. Jerome tenses up, like I've dapped it too hard, but he says nothing.
After it was cleaned(or better than before at least) I grab the bandages and wrap it around his eye and around his head to make sure it holds.
"Its finished Jerome." I sigh. He doesn't look like the Jerome I used to know. His face is harden and he doesn't smile as much as he used too.
"I guess we should move on then, huh?" I say to him. No reply.
My eyes lower and leave him. I walk to grab my pack until Jerome spoke up.
"We should take a break. Stay here for a while." He mutters.
I look at him and nod. He still doesn't look at me.
