Left in the dark

906 29 4
                                    

We're all standing in Camden's office, shocked at what just happened

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

We're all standing in Camden's office, shocked at what just happened.

We turn to Sebastian, hoping he has answers.

"All I know is that Francis left me a note while I was in the shower, saying he was going to meet his old friend Jay and left the location. When I got within a certain distance I heard shooting. Once I got inside I saw Francis standing in a circle of dead bodies, blood dripping from him and a gun in his hand. I've never seen him like that. Ever." He explains.

"We should've told him." I mutter, feeling like an idiot.

"Yeah well we didn't. I didn't. He's my fucking twin and I didn't tell him because you three told me not too." Sebastian seethes, angry at us now.

"That's enough Sebastian." Camden says coldly, shutting him up.

"I know we messed up and I know he's pissed at us but he was bleeding, Cam. A lot. He needs stitches but he won't let us near him." I explain, trying to get him to understand how dangerous this is for Francis.

"What do you want me to do, Everett? There's nothing we can do." Camden says, getting angry.

"He could die, Camden. I saw him. He was stabbed and beaten to a pulp. I'm surprised he was even standing, let alone walking." I say, exasperated.

"We should've fucking told him." Camden says, kicking his desk.

"Seb, is there anyway you could get him to talk to you or any of us? Let us help him medically if not mentally?" I ask him desperately.

He slowly shakes his head. "I've never seen him so angry, Rett. He feels most betrayed by me right now, considering I'm his twin. We've never lied to each other about something like this. There's no way he'll even let me near him." Sebastian explains sadly.

"Fuck this." Tyler curses, walking towards Francis's room.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as we all follow him.

"Getting him out of that room. I'm not letting him die." He says with aggression.

I grab his shoulder and he pushes me.

"You can't just storm in there and yell at him. We're the ones that fucked up, remember? He has every right to be pissed at us." I explain, aggravated.

We all look over as Willow walks out of Francis's room, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Willow?" I question and she looks at all of us.

She looks angry at us.

"I convinced him to let me help him. He's all stitched up and bandaged. He has a few cracked ribs and his shoulder has a stab wound. He has bruises everywhere and will be in extreme pain, probably for a while. Honestly, I'm surprised he's not hurt worse. It's a miracle." She tells us, still seeming angry.

17 years later Where stories live. Discover now