(The Twins are 18 and Winnie is also 18.)
Winnie's P.O.V.
Grayson and I arrive at the prison.
"Baby, stay here, I'm getting Ethan." I nod, still confused. He got out of his car and ran into the prison. How this happened, I have no clue.
Angry flashbacks hit me with a blinding force. Ethan, my best friend is in that jail, because of me. Except for nobody knows it was me behind that horrible, awful deed. I can't believe I used my own power, for bad. My mother always told me to use my power for good, but my mother is dead which is why I did it. I let her control my head, like I was a child.
I close my eyes and take a couple deep breaths, the twins cannot see me like this, if they both come out of there.
The sad thing is, they won't ever see me other than sweet, innocent Winnie.
If only I had listened to my grandmother, who told me to get rid of this gift so long ago.
Grayson's P.O.V.
I walk into the jail, it gives me a creepy, cold feeling whenever I go here. All these bad people in one place, I shudder. All these bad people and in the midst of it all is my twin brother, Ethan. I can't believe he would do that. I think he was set up, no, I know he was set up. But I can't put my finger on who would make him do something that bad, and how? The only person who was with him was sweet, sweet, Winnie, my best friend and love.
Winnie, that's it! She was there when he did it, she would have to know who set him up! But no, I think, Winnie is too traumatized by the whole experience to remember what Ethan did.
I walk to Ethan's cell and pay the amount for bail. I walked in slowly and Ethan looked at me, his eyes sunken and his face looking about ten years older.
"Hey, dude, ready to get out of this place?" I ask. He nods and stands up slowly, as if bricks are weighing his shoulders down.
"Get in, bud." I say calmly.
Ethan's P.O.V.
I get in the car feeling guilty as fuck, I am so ashamed of myself I can't even look at Winnie, the poor girl who is probably so freaked out by my actions that she doesn't want to even be within 200 miles of me, let alone the same car.
"Eth, are you okay?" I hear Winnie ask.
"No, but I don't want to talk about it," I mumble. "Can we just go home?"
"Sure thing, dude." Grayson says.
Great, he's taken the he's-so-fragile-I-might-as-well-treat-him-like-a six-year-old-route.
"Gray, I'm not five." I say.
I feel a tingling sensation just like I did the night that I did that crap.
Stay out, pleeeaaase. I whisper internally.
I'm sorry, I can't promise that. The voice replies.
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