A puzzled look crossed Brandon's face when Colton slid back against the wall, doing his best to get as far away from him as he could.
The man who was the reason his Mother left, the reason for the bruises all along his sides and back. The reason he was walking outside the night he killed that man. That man was here, stuck with him in this hell hole.
Anger flashed in Colton's eyes, and he rose to his feet backing away from Brandon and Jacob and Wilson who were looking slightly horrified. "What has gotten into you, boy?"
"Colton, dude, what the hell is going on?" Jacob asked stepping towards Colton, whose eyes were planted solely on his Father's confused and concerned facial expression.
"What are you doing here?" Colton asked, his voice cold and unfamiliar. "Why are you here!?" He demanded, once his Father gave no response. His shouts echoed through the room, and the monsters on the other side of the door banged harder on the door, hearing the activity beyond their reach.
"I was coming to visit you," Brandon admitted, raised a hand. "When I reached the front desk I noticed how the lady was acting, looking, her eyes, the growl. Whatever is taking over this Prison had happened to her. Before I could get a single word out..."
He stopped. Trailed off. Cotlon's eyes narrowed. "So the guards were already acting crazy when you came?" he asked, not trusting the man at all. Brandon nodded, and stepped forward. Colton raised his fists, and Jacob planted a hand on his shoulder, while Wilson slid over to the other side of Brandon.
"We may possibly be the only four survivors left, Colton," Brandon said softly, looking at the three of them. "I need you to trust me now."
"Trust you!?" Colton yelled. "Trust you? How the hell can you expect me to trust you after what you did to me? Or do you remember any of that?" His eyes narrowed upon his Father, who frowned. Memory flickered in his eyes, he had remembered something. "Smashing a plate over my head? Coming home drunk as hell? Driving her away?"
"Look, I get the feeling you two have Family related problems to tend to," Jacob spoke up, turning and pointing the door. "But unless you want to stay here and get attacked, I suggest we find a way out of this room." The man turned to Brandon. "Brandon, was it? Do you know if there's a way out of here? Possibly anything we can defend ourselves with?"
He nodded, trying to catch the gaze of his Son. "There's a door at the far back. I know where we can get a few weapons."
Wilson started for the door, and so did Jacob, trailing behind him. Colton didn't move an inch. "You want to figure out who did all of this?" he asked his Father, gazing him directly in the eyes. "I'll consider trusting you--for now. If we get out of this alive and take down whoever created this mahem, I'll debate whether or not to call you my Father again. But if we can't, I swear, you better be ready for payback for what you did."
Not caring about the wide eyes digging into his back, he nodded towards Wilson, and gathered himself at the door.
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Maybe, I'll post Chaper Eleven today?
I am amazed at how much writing I have gotten done today... Comment, Vote, let me know what you think! :)
--Allison.
