53. It's My Fault

Behind me, Xavier gently and discretely pulls my arm back, his hand reaching for the knife. Before Steve has time to understand what's happening, Xavier grabs the knife, and throws it with complete precision and accuracy into his skull. I see his body slowly react to what has just happened. His knees bow down to the ground, where his body falls down in a dead drop shortly after. Steve is lying on his back, with the knife sticking out the front. A pool of blood forming at his side. Stunned, my mouth falls open. I turn to Xavier impressed with what he's just done, only to see him collapse to the ground. I quickly reach for him, and help him to stand up. 

“We need to get out of here.” I say to no one in particular, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, helping him down the alley way. Holding Xavier up, I look around for anything that can help. I look over to see an old ford fiesta. Together, we make our way to the car. I rest Xavier along the passenger