I need to protect Zaq. I know that he’s a fucked up guy, but he is my best friend. We’re like brothers. Zaq’s in a fucked up situation. He just murdered his sister and my friend, well our friend. He’s hurt pretty fucking bad but it doesn’t surprise me the way he’s already fucked shit up.
I found Zaq lying on the ground bleeding next to a tree. Oh fuck, I thought as I ran to him. I kneeled down and turned him over. He was bleeding pretty fucking bad but he’s going to live. Luckily, he got shot in the stomach and it’s not as fatal. I wonder who shot him, I thought as I looked around. I didn’t have to look far because there she was. Dawn’s lifeless body perched up against a tree with a white rose in one hand and a gun in the other. Damn, I shook my head and my attention came back to Zaq. I can’t think about Dawn right now. I’ve got shit to do.
“Zaq? Can you here me?” I started to shake Zaq gently. He’s not dead that’s for sure but he’s not going to be alive for a long time if I don’t do something quick.
His hands began to move a little and then his eyes opened.
“What the fuck did you do?!” I snapped at him. I know it’s not the greatest thing to say to him, but it was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
“What?” He asked vaguely.
“You fucking killed her!” I gestured to Dawn’s body perched up against the tree.
“Yeah . . . I did,” He started to move but grunted in pain as he sat up against the tree. I was so fucking pissed at him I would kill that guy but I know I won’t because it’s no use killing him. I don’t have the balls to do it.
“Okay, you’re fucked up but I’m going to help you,” I said bluntly.
“How?” He asked his voice a little clearer.
“I got a buddy in Dubai, more specifically in Barj Khalifa. He’ll keep ya safe for now,” I explained as I helped him into a more comfortable position.
“Okay, you do that,” Zaq said in a stronger voice. I looked down and saw that he’s still bleeding pretty heavily. So I took off his grey sweater and ripped off his shirt. I learned how to treat wounds in Scouts but the wounds we learned to heal were nothing like bullet wounds. I hope that the bullet went straight through his very thin body. I don’t feel like