NEVERLAND

Never let anyone die for you

Winny's P.O.V.

There wasn't a single second that I regret what Patch and I had. Yeah we've gone through a lot of shit, but hey.

It was worth it.

Which was why I was getting myself into deeper shit. I was going to run away again. I was going to go to Patch before it was too late.

But how? Wait, I knew exactly who would help me. I just had to trust them.

Belle was with James now and she was being forced to bring him to Patch. Poor Belle. I felt half sorry for her and half hated her like a bitch. Well she was a bitch.

I rushed to my house and got my bike from my garage. He had to be there, I knew he would.

I rode the bike to my old school. God, I didn't think I would ever say this but, I missed studying.

I grinned as I saw a window was lit. Time to get Patch back.

I brought my bike along with me, not caring if somebody stole it right now. A stolen bike was the least of my problems right now.

I rushed inside the school and into the lit room, immediately walking inside and seeing the person I wanted to see.

"Sam." I gasped and saw him turn around to look at me.

He's changed. He looked tired. His typical smile was gone and he looked pissed at me.

I didn't know why he was pissed. He broke up with me.

I knew he was here. He always stayed up late at school to do his honework here since he didn't have a computer at home. Also he knew different tech stuff, since he was the president of the tech club.

"Winny." He mutters in a bored tone and takes out a flask from his pocket and takes a swig from it. He got back to his work afterwards.

What happened to him? He didn't usually drink alcohol.

"I need your help." I tell him and he rolled his eyes at me.

He let out a bitter laugh and stopped immediately.

"Help? Winny you're my ex, why the hell should I help you?" He asks as if it's the most stupid question in the world.

I sigh and cross my arms over my chest.

"Well because one, James wants to murder Patch. Two, you broke up with me and I don't know why you're the one pissed at me and lastly, you don't have to always follow James. You're his brother Sam, not his slave." I tell him and he stops working for a while.

He turns in his seat and sighs, looking at me with sad eyes.

"I really did like you, Winny. James just took advantage of it and thought that I could be a spy or piss off Peters." Sam says and I roll my eyes.

Yeah, right. He only said that to be nice. He didn't even seem to like me.

"Sam, I forgive you. You don't have to pretend." I tell him and he shakes his head, bolting from his seat.

He walked infront of me.

"I'm not pretending, Winny. I really liked you. I loved you actually. I didn't want James thinking that the only reason I liked you was because of the sake of being a spy. I didn't want him hurting you. I loved you, Winny. I kind of still do." He says and takes off his glasses.

What?!

He's tearing up a bit. I frown at him and wipe his tears.

"Sam-" I say and he breaks me off.