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Carlton was the only reason Saylor was moving, he practically carried her away from the scene as he trailed behind Singh. Saylor had tears rolling down her face. She was a murderer. She had blood on her hands.
As they were leaving they heard the heartbroken scream that fell from Ryan's lips as he knelt beside his dead bestfriend. Adam was too Ryan what John B is to JJ, and she had taken it away.
A sob left her lips, the guilt was unbearable, the pain in her chest was uncontrollable. "No, no no no no no." She started chanting as she pushed the heel of her palms into her eyes so hard she could see shapes.
In that moment she didn't recognise herself, she didn't feel like herself. She felt dirty, so vile, she hated herself.
Carlton pulled her into his chest resting his head on top of her own, tears were rolling down his cheeks as he mourned the loss of someone he considered to be a brother.
Although Saylor had been the one to kill someone he cared so deeply for he didn't blame her one bit. She was protecting her family, he would do that same... he had done the same.
Saylors breathing became erratic and she struggled to stand. Everything hurt, it hurt so bad. She had killed her friend, Carlton's friend... Ryan's bestfriend.
Oh god Ryan. He had been so kind to her, he had opened up to her and shared his family traditions, he had cared for her more in a week than her father had in a lifetime. And how did she repay him? By killing his bestfriend.
Saylor was always the subject to that kind of pain, she was never the one inflicting it. But there she was, stood in the middle of a jungle after killing a good man because of a treasure hunt she never wanted to be a part of in the first place.
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The sun had risen and Carlton and Saylor were following Singh as he lead the way.
That night Carlton had managed to calm Saylor down, well at least it looked that way. She was no longer crying, or uncontrollably shaking, but that didn't mean the ongoing mental torment had stopped.
The blonde girl hadn't spoken a word and refused to let Carlton close enough to touch her, she didn't want to be comforted, she didn't feel as though she deserved to be.
"I knew I got you, John." Singh gloated as he touched a blood strained three branch.
Her father had been shot, Singh had broken his promise. Yet Saylor didn't say a word, her face didn't even change expression from its broken and drained state.
