“Stop. Don’t touch me.”
Dropping his hand, Nico whispers, “Princesa, it’s just me. No one will hurt you again when I’m around, entiendes?”
Wiping the tear threatening to fall, I mutter to myself, “What happens when you leave me too?”
The man driving parks next to a plane giving me the out I need to distance myself from everyone. When he turns off the car, I scramble off of Nico, walking as fast I can. I am halted by the hand on my arm. I expect for it to be Nico, but it’s not, the other guy is looking at me with sympathy in his eyes.
“Senorita, you are not to blame for anything that happened in that place. You will get through this,” he reminds me.
“What’s your name?” I question, wondering who he is.
“Abraham,” he offers.
I can see Nico coming closer to us, his face showing his displeasure at the way Abraham is holding onto my hand. “Listen, Abraham, thank you but you don’t know what happened in there. You never will so save your sympathy for the person who asks for it.”