Lovers Lies || Thomas

28 - Bullets

"YOU'RE both so grown," Jorge said, staring at his children while leaning back against a desk.

Sandra was seated next to Brenda, smiling brightly with pure joy filling her heart. Carlos was standing close to her, his face unreadable. The Gladers had been taken away, being kept somewhere safe by Jorge's men.

"That happens when you don't see someone for years," Carlos said flatly.

Sandra cringed, leaning back on the couch. "Here we go."

Jorge cleared his throat, taking note of his son's hostility toward him. "I have a lot of explaining to do," he started, glancing between his two children. "I'm not sure how much you two remember—"

"All we remember is mom trying to kill Sandy and then you talkin' about a Safe Haven," Carlos cut him off, his eyes still hard on his father. "So, skip everything else and tell us how the hell we ended up in WICKED's hands."

"Carl, relax a little," Sandra groaned, dropping her head back.

"No, he's right," Jorge said. "Your brother has every right to be hostile toward me, princesa." Sandra raised her brows at that. "The four of us were hiding in a building when WICKED found us. I promise I tried my hardest to keep the two of you with me, but against WICKED's men with guns and Cranks also attacking...There was hardly anything I could do to save you and I thought you two would be safer in their hands."

"Well, you were wrong as hell," Carlos snapped, pointing at Sandra while continuing to stare at his father. "She has a scar across her back from a Griever attacking her. She had to kill a boy who attacked her, leaving bruises around her neck. She nearly died in the maze saving me. And she was attacked in the shower—"

"Carlos," Sandra sharply said, getting to her feet. "Don't you dare."

Jorge's face mixed with dread and anger as he watched pain cover his daughter's face and fury cover his son. "What happened in the shower?"

"Nothing," Sandra scoffed, pushing Brenda's comforting hand away when the girl touched her. "Why are we fighting? There's no point in dwelling on the past when we need to get somewhere safer than here for our future."

"She's right. We need to leave," Brenda said, nodding her head. "The others wanna sell them back to WICKED."

"Over my dead body are you two going back," Jorge growled. "Which one of you kids is the leader in your group?" he aimed his question at Carlos.

"That would be either Thomas or Sandra," Carlos admitted, glancing at his sister. "Everyone listens to Sandy, and they're scared as hell of her, but Thomas is the one that got us out of the maze."

A look of pride flashed in Jorge's eyes as he turned his attention to his daughter. "You look and act just like her, mi hjia."

Sandra faintly smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "Gonna guess that mom scared the shit out of you then."

"That she did at times." Jorge chuckled and then started to walk past them. "I need to go talk with this Thomas boy."

Before he could go past Sandra, she grabbed his arm, stopping him in place as she looked up at him. "Don't hurt Thomas or beat information out of him."

Jorge raised a brow at her. "You think I would do that?"

"We're your children," Carlos deadpanned. "We had to get our anger from someone."

"You have no idea how right you are about that," Brenda snorted, sitting back down on the couch.

Jorge hummed his agreement and then looked back down at his daughter. "I won't harm them, I promise."