Santiago Guzman:

We were so close to escaping. Everything had been planned out so well.

Minhyuk was trying to tell us something just moments before.

"I'm sorry I'm-"

At that moment we were surrounded, the timing was too perfect. 

I trusted him. 

I trusted Minhyuk with my life. 

I watched as my sister fell, shirt stained with the oozing crimson. 

I trusted him with my sister's life. 

The guards were on me, too. I fought three of them, desperate for my freedom. Deep down, of course, I knew it was all over. Minhyuk made a poor attempt to reach out to me, limbs flailing. Only one thought filled my mind at the time.

"I hate you!" My voice was quiet, but I watched the impact on the boy's face. He hung his head, dark bangs hiding his eyes. Steph was screaming, too. I looked at her, watching my only sister stab the air aimlessly.

If I can't make it out, she will. With whatever strength I had, I wrestled away from the guards restraining me, only to throw myself at her captor. Pulling her up, I stared at her face. This will probably be the last time I see her. Dark green eyes were shadowed, even the freckles across her face had dulled.

"FUCKING RUN!" I shouted at her, praying that she understood. And she did. Steph took off, red hair flying behind her. Moments later there was a sharp pain in my chest. The only thing I could do was watch as another guard took off after her.

I laid on the ground, any whisper of strength had left me. Turning my head, I watched as Minhyuk collapsed, tears still wet on his face. My head ached, recalling my last words to him.

"I hate you!"

That was a lie.

Steph, please be safe.

I'm sorry momma.

I don't think I'm coming home.