Surviving the Gregory Brothers

Chapter 24: Asperin, snow, and a plan

I woke up determined.

I would go to the trial, and defend that sexy guys ass, I was the victim after all! Why wouldn't they tell me? That didn't even make sense, how could they give a sentence without even having me, the supposed kidnapp victim, there to give my own story? Who even reported him? And so maybe this was all these people were trying to cover up.

I was suddenly so angry with my new family, they hid something huge from me. And saturday, would have a lot planned, and I wanted to do all of it, the party, skiing, and the trial. Ofcourse I would defend him! Well, defend myself as well.

Can't believe they didn't tell me this! This is part of me, and THIS does have to do with me, he protected me, and had given me freedom. And was caring. I don't care if I barely knew him, he had some connection to my past. And he was so hospitable! How could they call the cops on him, for a crime that was totally misjudged! No wonder they had tried to keep me so occupied lately around her. School. Pft.

It was only tuesday, I had three more full days to deal with and catch up with the school work, start up martial arts here, and figure out where, when, and what I would say for the trial.

I sighed, and shook my head slightly side to side while searching through my large closet.

Bianca had overdone herself, I loved this wide variety of clothes. I picked out a rose colored t-shirt, black skinny jeans, white converse, and a gray head band. I pulled on a cream sweater, and headed down stairs to eat breakfast and go to school. I peeked outside to see that snow was fallilng lightly from the ski, and there wa a good inch or so pilled up on the ground, and I smiled widely.

Snow!

Then I rubbed an apple, and took a big bite out of it. The sweet flavors satisfied my hunger.

I swallowed some asperin pills to deal with the growing headache that was succumbing me into pain from last nights events, I quickly swallowed two with some water and immediantly felt better.

I followed yesterday's routine, and grabbed my crap and headed to the car.

We all sat in the car in silence. The only thing keeping me awake was the gentle hum of the car, and sounds of the brakes screeching to a halt as we pulled up to the school.

I glared at my feet. I didn't want to get out of the car. I felt too lazy.

I made the mistake of glancing up to see all the brothers looking at me with such worry carresing their features making me feel woozy.

"What." I barked out, but my voice sounded like course sand paper being rubbed against a chalkboard.

I cleared my throat and cautiously got out of the car and ran towards my locker.

I didn't want to face them. They lied. Like everyone!

One thing was on my mind. Kayden

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Kayden's P.O.V

I sat in the jail cell rubbing my rough hands over my face, trying to press away the wrinkles. It has been almost a week, and my hearing was coming up already.

I sat in the jail cell rubbing my rough hands over my face, trying to press away the wrinkles. It has been almost a week, and my hearing was coming up already.

Her family must be rich if it was going to be so soon.

I wouldn't go down without a fight. I didn't even know Charlotte that long, but I knew her when she was first saved. When I met them and talked to them at a fast-food restaurant with the social workers who had taken Charlotte, Tony, and Leah away from those people who could have given them such a terrible life. She was eleven and I was seventeen, and a protégée to my uncle who photographed crime scenes, and I was really into photography so he took me under his wing. I was with his when he got the call to come to the railroad near the border of Georgia, Tennessee, and Alabama, so I came with him since it was urgent and I wouldn’t go home. I’m glad I didn’t go home and went with him, the social workers and the police were very unsure of my presence there, but I actually helped and talked to them and got them to tell me the events that they knew about and who their parents were and their names. Ms. Margaret was proud and happy that I got something out them. They did need help anyways; the social workers were not getting anything out of them but tears and sad faces. The police had intersected a kidnap of three kids whose parents had died, and were traveling from Canada to Mexico to take a flight to Uruguay where the kids were going to work and act and be treated as theirs away from society and savior. Thank god I went.