The Scorch » Minho (On Hold)

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Marcus' people let us in and we all got some sleep that morning. It was just a little before dawn when we arrived but I was too tired to care what time it was. I didn't wake up until a few hours later, being the only one. I went into the bathroom that we had and sat in the chair after washing my face and pulling my hair down from its ponytail. I watched it fall past my shoulders and cover my face. Long, black and wavy. I guess I had nice hair but, I never really thought anything of it.

"You were right." Jorge's voice emerged from the doorway as he did. 

I didn't bother looking up as I played with my nails. "About which part?"

"All of it." He walked up to me and crouched in front of me so I was forced to at least see him out of my peripherals.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" I scoffed and looked at him. "You never cared about me."

"Except I did. You were like a daughter to me. I taught you everything I knew, Mija. Brenda to." Jorge explained.

"You think you can just call me Mija, and everything will be fine and dandy?" I said, weakly, on the brink of tears. "You have no idea what I've been through. What I've had to endure while you were gone."

Jorge nodded and took a moment to think of what to say. But all he came up with, hurt me even more. "Brenda told me about Andy."

I shook my head and got up, walking over to the sink. I needed to lean on something, to get my feelings under control. Jorge followed and stood behind me.

"Don't." I whispered.

"It's okay to talk about him." Jorge said.

"I said don't!" I screamed. I spun around and let my hot angry tears fall from my eyes. "You...you left us! You left us and Andy is dead because you and Brenda weren't there! I was fourteen years old, how could I have stopped them?! How could I have done it on my own! Three years....it has been three freakin years and I still feel alone, and betrayed and lied to!"

"And it's understandable, I just didn't want you to think bad of your brother!" Jorge blurted.

"What?" I frowned and sniffed.

Jorge sighed and took my hands in his. "Andy...he knew we were gonna take you guys and leave. He knew we were heading to the warehouse because I had been there before the flare and I knew I could make it safe. But Andy thought you were too young and your parents said he was in charge of you. I didn't want to undermine his authority. He was a persuasive kid and very brave. He wanted to take care of you, nobody else."

"No. Don't blame him." I yanked my hands from Jorge's.

"He didn't want my help. We had fought for days about it but soon, Brenda was getting restless and she left without me. I had to go after her. Your brother told me that if I left, to never come back." Jorge explained.

I turned back to the sink and shook my head. I couldn't believe that. Andy...the same guy who told me they left because they didn't want us...the same guy who had a hand in raising me...he had lied. But why? Why would he have done that? I knew he was stubborn but that...that just didn't make sense.

"I'm so sorry, Mija." Jorge said, quietly.

"Get out." I ordered. I couldn't handle anything more at that moment. I need him to just leave me alone until I was ready to talk.

Jorge knew that from my voice and left without saying another word. That's when I knew I was alone, so I dropped to my knees and cried. I cried for everything. I cried for my parents, for Andy, for Andy's death, for living alone for three years and hardening my heart. For putting unknown trust into the so called "Gladers". For being so lost.