She puts her arms down and takes another smile at him. She holds back her tears and sighs. She withdraws her smile and takes a look at the floor. Slowly lifting her head, her eyes meet with his and she provides a crooked smile.
Suddenly, she takes the palm of her hand and slaps him across the face. In protecting his face he crosses his arms exposing slashes to his inner wrist and traces of needles marks along his veins. Such a sight further infuriate her and she continued to slap him forcing him to collaspe to the floor.
His older brothers pull her off of him and no words are shared. She wipes her hands on her jeans and stretches her neck as it cracks. He stands up and walks toward the door, his back turned to her. He looks over his shoulder and walks out the door.
She would never see him again and she would never know that the only person he trusted in his world was no longer available to be trusted.