Chapter 31 wait

“ What the hell do you mean he’s your brother?” Creed growled in a whisper. They pulled me out of the cell so we could speak in private. I don’t understand either but it’s true. I feel sick from looking at my brother; it's as if I’ve seen a ghost. I remember watching them rip his throat out slowly as he screamed till the screaming turned into silence. Now looking at him lay in front of me alive and suffering. 

“ Charlotte??” Alex snapped his fingers in my face trying to get my attention 

“ I thought he was dead… I thought I watched them kill him. B—but he’s laying in that cell right now barely hanging on these many years later. It’s all my fault.. I shouldn’t have just left like I did to save my own ass.” I whispered to myself knowing they could probably hear me “ then who’d  I watch die if it wasn’t him?”