That Was Not His Fault

Chapter 14

Trevor's POV

I look at my window when I hear something outside, and I wonder if that's one of the guards.

But not much later, I can see that it's Oden who's trying to get inside of the house.

I quickly open the window for him, and he comes inside, before I close the window behind him.

"Did the guards see you?" I ask him quietly, and he shakes his head.

"I didn't do anything, I have no idea what's going on." He tells me, and I can see that he's telling the truth which make my relax slightly.

I grip my hair tightly, and I decide to sit on the bed, before I let go of my hair, and I look at him again.

"I found a few bodies of the kids from this pack, and your blood was on one of the kids." I tell him, and he nods.

"I know I heard when you were taking with Tyler, and that why I didn't come here earlier." Oden tells me.

"Where did you go?" I ask him and he groans, but I gesture for him to be quieter.

His eyes widen slightly, before he sits next to me and he explains everything.

"Will your friend confirm that you were with them?" I ask him, and he nods reluctantly.

"Yes, but I left them a few minutes before I go to the pack house, so I doubt that this will help at all, because I has enough time to do that." I say.

"Well, not really. You had enough time to kill those kids, but before you could kill them, you would have to make them go to that clearing, or kidnapped them.

And since you were with me until you left the pack house, and then you were with your friends, then this means that you didn't have enough time to do all of that." I tell him, and I can see a bit of hope in his eyes.

"Should we talk to Denver then?" He asks me, and I look at the clock, before I see that it's the middle of the night.

"It can wait until the morning, I'm sure that you're tired, and I'm tired too." I tell him, and he nods slightly, before he goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He comes back not much later, and we decide to cuddle, but we're soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

I consider if I should tell this person to come in, but then I realise that everyone who's in this house most likely heard our conversation anyway.

Before I can let anyone come inside, the door opens, and I glare at dad when see him.

He just smiles at me, and he gestured for me to get out of bed, so he can talk with me, but I shake my head.

"I'm tired and I'm not sure how long I will be able to sleep. Can it wait until the morning?" I ask him, and he groans.

"I guess that it can wait." He tells me, and then he closes the door.