CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: ME OR HER
JUSTIN'S POV
The two guys grinned to themselves. The one driving had a whiskey flask in his hand, he took a swing of the liquor I'm sure is contained in it every other second. The car carried a slight smell of whiskey mixed with sweat and the metallic smell of blood from Dorian. I held on to him, my hand laid on his head, his head was on my laps now, he eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep, without the blood on him, anyone would make the mistake of thinking that he is asleep.
The man at the front continued drinking and driving. I spotted a cop at the front. I sighed in relief because maybe he'll put a stop to this? I mean the driver is clearly semi-inebrieted, their is someone with blood on him, I looked distraught, nothing about this picture l
