Derek’s POVThis place smells like shit and urine. I could barely breathe without feeling the urge to let out the content of my stomach. Not that there was anything to let out of my stomach, I could barely leave this hole I was hiding in not to about finding something to eat. The wounds on my face had healed all by itself. Fuck, Sanchez. The guy beside me stared at me with wide eyes before bringing out a donut. The smell of food made my stomach rumble, and I dragged myself beside him. The closer I moved towards him, the further he moved from me. I moved closer, he moved further until he hit a wall. He turned to glare at me. “What's your problem, man?”I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry, and I couldn’t bring myself to say, Please, I want some food. I don’t beg for things. If I wanted something, I take it and make it mine. I tilted my head towards the donut. “Ya want my food.”I nodded.He chuckled. Fuck him. I could feed the likes of him if it wasn’t for the situat
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