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"Don't you dare touch me," I said, hoping to keep up this surge of bravery. I pointed the lamp at him but he only laughed which was rightly justified.
"You think a lamp will save you?"
"I'm not warning you again."
He w...
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Song: Can You Hold Me by NF
Just wrap me in your arms, I don't wanna be nowhere else, Take me from the dark, I ain't gonna make it myself, Put your arms around me, Let your love surround me, I am lost...
He trumped to the other side of the room, pressing his hands against the mantle of the fireplace. The glinting light from the fire causing his shadow to flicker on the walls of the room.
"But we need to talk," I said, trying to stay composed.
"What is there to talk about?! There is nothing to discuss!" He vehemently replied, spinning around to face me. The color in his eyes was faded, his dark gaze fixated on me and only me.
When he was angry like this, I would usually feel scared. But I wasn't the slightest. I remained calm as I took a few steps closer to him.
"My brother is innocent," I said, disbelief evident in his stare. "I'm sure of it. I know him. My brother - he's a good person."
"Good people don't exist. Stop being so naive," he spat reproachfully. "That's what got you here in the first place."
He stormed towards the direction of the door, but I couldn't stop myself from saying it.
"Henry!" I called out his name, causing him to drop dead in his tracks. "I know him. I know him, and he would never do anything like that!"
Tears filled my eyes as it dawned upon me that I was never going to get through to him.
He was too far away. Though he stood right in the same room, no matter what I tried, I could never reach him. He was too cold. Blinded by his hatred for my brother.
"Please, you have to believe me," I said through quivering lips. "He's innocent."
Henry balled his hands into fists, internally fighting with himself over something I couldn't quite grasp.
"You wanna know the truth?" He said, keeping his back facing me. After a long moment of silence, he turned around and approached me, his stare as cold as ice. "It might sting a bit."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, Ally. Must you see the good in everybody," he taunted with a hint of sarcasm. "How could he be innocent when he's sitting in a jail cell right now, just wilting away like a picked flower?"
With teary eyes, I didn't back down. I kept my eyes locked on his, thinking how cruel he was to describe my brother like that. I knew he hated him but did he have to stoop so low.
"You don't have proof," I muttered.
"Be careful what you wish for," he spoke with a harsh as if it was a challenge. One that already had a predetermined outcome.
