Jake stood on the other side of my cell door smiling at me, like he had accomplished something magnificent.
“You are so f*****g dead.” I said.
“What?” He asked, confused.
“Bellamy and Zeke are going to kill you. Why the hell are you doing this?” I asked.
“To get you away from those tyrants. I’m taking you home.” He said.
“Jake. I don’t have a home anymore. I can’t go back to dad’s. He already thinks I’m a disappointment.” I said.
“Then we won’t go home. We’ll go somewhere else. We’ll be happy. Just like we always talked about. When you were desperate to get away from your dad and your brothers and sisters. We always talked about going somewhere sunny. You wanted to go to Florida. Where there’s no snow. It’s warm all the time.” Jake said.
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