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5.8

AS SOON AS I let go from Leigh I instantly slapped him round the face in frustration. May have been harsh but it let off some steam. His head shot to the side with a quick yelp, holding his face and looking back at me in confusion.

"Ow?"

"You better tell me what the hell is goin' on or so help me god!" I demanded, breathing in harshly to stop myself. I didn't mean to be harsh, but I just want answers. For some reason these guys know him, and I want to know why and what they want with us.

"I promise, I'll tell you everything but...I just can't-" He began with his voice lowered.

"Oh please! You buddies with these people or somethin'?" I scoffed with a gesture to the door, then putting my hand on my hip.

He shook his head in response, "They're not my 'buddies'. Not anymore..."

"Not anymore?" I repeated whilst taking a step back. "Did you- did you know about these people this whole time?" He sighed quietly and looked down with guilt again, he then gave a slow nod. "Oh my god. This whole time...you've been one of them."

"It's not that simple, you don't understand."

"Then make me understand goddammit!"

"I can't, they're watching me! Watching us."

"How am I supposed to trust you if you won't tell me the truth?!"

He ran his hand over his face, turning around for a second to briefly look at the door and then back at me. A tired gasp left his mouth, "They helped me. Took me in a few years ago. I had nothing. After Ryan, my brother...I-"

His breathing got shaky as he looked down, "I had nothing. They made me their brother, made me feel like I had something to live for again. Until I realised what they were really like. When they started attacking Maggie's group, I knew I had to help them. So I did and I managed to escape."

I stayed silent for a minute to process everything, not being able to believe everything I've just heard. "But they've been trying to find you ever since..." I guessed. He nodded slowly. "Leigh...I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, you didn't know-" He started before I brought him into an unexpected hug again, which he melted into. "I should've told you. You're here because of me." His had grazed down to my back, making my flinch as he softly brushed over my wound.

"Don't blame yourself please, please don't." I hushed, pulling back and putting my hand on his sore face. "What have they done to you?" My eyes trailed up and down his face.

"I've had worse. How'd you think I got this?" He pointed to his scar. "But I'll be fine."  He reassured me, squeezing my hand, but I pulled back with a hiss from the sudden sting. His eyes widened, looking down at my hand to notice the blood surrounding it.

"What the fuck? Who did that?" I was about to open my mouth to respond, but the sound of the lock being messed with distracted us both. "Hey, you said ten minutes!"

"Who's that?" I questioned but he shrugged, unknowingly. He went over to the door, gripping his hand around the handle and giving it a tug. But it was locked from the outside.

"This isn't funny, open the door." He pulled the door but it was still locked, rattling it so whoever was on the outside could hear. "Unlock the fucking door!

I heard a noise coming from above, as Leigh tried to get the door open I looked up. I saw a small hatch in the ceiling, an open panel being messed with. Suddenly it burst open, but before I could get a look at who opened it a metal canister then dropped on the floor. The hatch closed before Leigh could quickly turn around to have a look.