I didn't know what to do.
My boyfriend– scratch that, ex-boyfriend is in police custody for killing his supposed new girlfriend???
Does it mean that if I had stayed longer, that could have been me on the screen, dead and lifeless.
I shuddered.
"Damn. This shit is messed up," Zack cursed.
I sprang to my feet, "I need to go see him Zack," I said and tried to move.
He stood instantly, dragging my hands. "Are you out of your mind?! Dude's in police custody on account of murder and you WANT to see him??" He yelled and let go of me. "What if that had been you, huh? You want to go see him! Please tell me you're joking..."
I didn't speak for some seconds. We were both breathing heavily and our chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I'm not joking. I need to make sure he's okay. I- I-- I--" I blubbered as tears rolled down my eyes. "He doesn't have anyone to look after him, Zack." I wept and his face softened.
He took a step closer to me and held my gaze. "But that's not your problem anymore reme
