Stolen (Sequel To Capture)

Thirty-Three

It all came flooding back.

He stood in front of me no longer the child I'd remembered but a young man now. "You're his brother?" I heard Casey ask but the thunderous pluse of blood rushing through my ears echoed around my skull muffling it all.

I could see him plainly, young and scruffy, always sneaking in to hang with Trey, he was small for his size, even then. "I was 12 then." He reminded me. "You remember don't you?" He watched me carefully, as my mind slowly reeled a movie of our past out for me.

"Wyatt?" I whispered.

"You might know me better as just-"

"Wy." I interrupted him.

"That's what Trey always called me." He added for the rest of the group.

"I remember." I nodded.

"Great now that we are all fully, and properly, acquainted tell us why the fuck you're really here." Harry snarled, his hand resting on the hilt of is gun still resting in his belt holster, ready to draw if necessary.

"He came to us." Casey reminded Harry.

"And you think that clears him of hidden motives?" He outwardly scoffed, making a show of his distrust. "If anything that should make him more of a danger!"

"Relax!" Zayn lectured. "Everyone take it down a notch or two."

"Do you know if Dani is there as well?" Louis asked Wyatt.

"Probably." He nodded. "I can't be sure."

"You can't possibly be thinking this is someone you can trust." Harry snapped.

"Listen Trey and I are blood, but we aren't tight." Wyatt defended. "He lost his family the same night Liam lost his."

I sat down, hard on the barstool, my legs not bothering to keep me up any longer. "Because your brother murdered his father!" Niall barked aggressively.

"I didn't have any part in it! I refused to be a part of a stone cold killers gang!" Wyatt defended. "I was just a kid then, I didn't know how to stop him."

"That may be, but why now?" Zayn asked. "Why come out to destroy him now?"

Wyatt sat for a long moment without speaking, just thinking as he bit his bottom lip working out the words. "I should have come to the police sooner, I'm trying to fix my mistakes now."

"How noble." Harry spat sarcastically.

"How did you know about Emma?" Casey asked ingnoring Harry. He frowned looking at her. "In the cemetery you said you knew about Emma, how?"

"I heard things, Liam confirmed it at the cemetery by asking where she was."

"You were watching for us there?"

"Not exactly." He shrugged. "But it worked out."

"How so?" Niall asked.

"You put the flowers there didn't you?" I asked realizing why he was there.

"I just replaced the ones your mum left that had died earlier in the week."

"You visit my dads grave?"

"As often as I can." He shrugged. "I felt like his death was my fault, the least I could do was honor him in his death."

His words felt like a slap to my face. I was the real reason my father was murdered, and yet I fled like a coward and hid, he was a better son than I ever was to my dad.