Kyla Jones POV
I heard a sound, my mind said not to look back and keep walking from here, but my traitous body jerked and looked at the direction of the sound.
Vincent was lying on the floor and he was crying. He was huffing for air his trembling turning more intense shaking, all his muscles strained.
I looked at him with shocked eyes, he was wheezing.
Oh s**t Vincent!!!!!!!!
No!! Leave Kyla....don't mess things up.
He doesn't deserve your help...leave him.
I don't care if he lives or die. Just run from here if you want to save your life.
My mind was rambling something, but my heart was saying something different.
There was goodness in me, it didn't matter if it is was for my greatest enemy. I had that humanity to help a dying person no matter who they were.
Ahhhh!!!! God!!!!
