T W E N T Y (S P E C I A L)

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Nine's P.O.V.

I could still feel tears in my eyes, even after I whipped them away. I was never much of a crier. I closed the phone, and handed it to John, quietly. I knew he was about to ask me the dumbest question in the world, and it was going to set me off so I just held my hand up. "I'm... fine."

"Nine... we need to talk about this." He insisted, but I could only shake my head.

"I said I'm fine. I know she's in good hands where she's going." I rubbed my hands along my jeans, trying not to freak out. I wasn't okay. It had been a hell filled month without, Ten.

"You could have went to Mexico with them-"

"I didn't want to see her again. That would have pushed me over the edge." I explained bluntly. I leaned my head back, and smiled. Her voice was still ringing in my ears, and it made me feel a little better, I mean as better as I could be. This also fueled my urge to kill Five.

"You're not going to try and kill him if you see him... are you?" Eight asked hopefully. I glared at him.

"Fuck the system, that's how we should have started this bull shit."

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