•the twenty-ninth•

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"Lilia i want to say sorry... okay I'm sorry for scaring you with the list... which i didn't make if that comforts you. Let me explain" he said. I hear his footsteps behind my back. He stopped when i literally felt his breath down my shoulders.
"Back off please... please Shawn". My voice was breaking from his closeness.
"Lilia".
"What didn't you understand about 'back off' Shawn?!".
He took a few little steps back. Still wanted to stay close to make sure i was okay... or something stupid...

"Listen there was this girl i loved i just needed to... join this stupid list because if i wouldn't they would rape...her and i couldn't handle the pain. if something would happened to her i couldn't stop blaming myself. I just needed to". His voice was like he could break every moment.
I kinda felt sorry for him but he can't play this trick on me again.
"How do i know or you telling the truth or not?".
"Lilia... i have a little sister myself okay... and i love her... why the heck should i want to hurt you...".
"it's not only about me Shawn!.. remember Silvey? you know the girl who was like trash for you... the girl who did not to you!".
"Of course" he whispered.
"No no you don't care!" I hissed.
"I do... god Lilia!" He yelled.
I turned around to face him.
"You raped her!" I yelled, my voice broke when the word 'raped' left my lips.
"Sorry" he whispered sadly, tried to take me in his arms. I pulled away. "No you raped her Shawn" i sobbed, but i managed to keep the tears in. "They would kill me and the girl i love. If i didn't" he sobbed, Broke out crying.
"Who was... it?" I asked.
He hummed in response.
"It was Maya wasn't she?" I asked. He shook his head sadly.
"O my god you still love Jaysky!" I yelled.
"How do you know or she is dead?" He sigh.
"If she isn't she would be soon... like all of us" i whispered.
"I'll..." his sentence was deemed by the gun, shooting a bullet in the air.
"Maybe this is her" i muttered.
It's so sad that she is labeled... if it's even her...
his love is labeled as the twenty-ninth.

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