<Wyatt>
I was led into a room that looked like one of those investigation rooms you see on tv. I'm the only one in the room until two people walk in, one being my father. There is a lady behind him who comes up to me and starts to wrap up my fist. She has a kind face that as wrinkled with age. She gives me a sympathetic smile.
My dad leans against the table and stares at me. He has a tape recorder that he sets on the table.
"Why am I here?" I ask him with anger behind my voice. He chuckles and the lady leaves. I almost even grab my arm but I couldn't let my father know how much he was affecting me.
His face stays stone cold. "How did you know what to do?" He interrogates. I remain silent. "If you want to leave that house and have the experiment be done with, you better listen." My father directs.
I think for a minute. I'm not ready to leave that house and face the world. But it'd be selfish of me if I didn't start speaking.
"From the very first day I examined everything. I walked around the property and explored. I found a car that was filled with equipment but since it was locked I ignored it." I confess.
My father pulls his chair up in front of me and stared into my soul.
"You're the key to your group." My father exclaims.
I was shocked by his words. I started to laugh. "Jaeden's the key to the group, father. Without him everything would be a shit fest." I enlighten him. But he's not buying into it. "He told us that we needed to work for food. He took over when Jack broke his foot. He over worked himself. He fixed Jack's broken leg. He treated Jeremy when he had a cold last week. He always cooked for us and made sure we were okay. He kept us in line. All I did was break my hand on a window."
"Son, without you, Finn would be dead."
"Didn't you say you were watching us. The second you saw Finn's vitals go down you didn't come! Where were you?! Were you going to let him die?!" I slammed my hands on the metal table that was separating us. Well, my non-broken hand.
He still had that look on his face. A look of madness.
"You're going back to the house." My father announced, standing up.
"But you said we could leave! What about Jack? He needs me!" My father looked into the window and nodded. Two men came in and hand cuffed me. They put duct tape on my mouth.
From there on out, I was useless.
<Jaeden>
Everything was quiet. No one left their room but I also know not one of us got an ounce of sleep.
I sit at the island with a mug in my hand. It's nothing special, just boiled water. I stared out the window. I never knew I could feel something like this. I've never experienced this because I've never really had a family. And now that I have one I can't lose it. It feels like staring out the window is the only thing I can actually do.
But then the door opened. I sprinted to the door as saw several men in black suits shoving Wyatt into the door. "What are you doing?!" I yell at them. I take Wyatt from them and take the bag off his face.
They handed me a box and left. I pull Wyatt to the island and make sure he can't see the red couch. I set the bag down on the counter and put my hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I ask. He shakes his head and puts his head on my chest. I wrap my arms around him and rub his back. I kissed the top of his head and hugged him tightly, because I didn't want to lose him. "What happened?"
"It's not looking good for Finn. And it's all my fault, Jaeden. What if he dies? My dad lied to me. Jack is a mess. Everything is a mess." He started to cry and my heart broke.
"It's not your fault, Wyatt. I can promise you that." I whisper.
He lifted his head up and our eyes met. "Jaeden, you don't know what happened." Wyatt uttered. I waited for him to go on. "Finn stabbed himself. He outed me and I walked away. I shouldn't have walked away, Jaeden." He trembled. I pulled him back into a hug.
"I think there's something wrong with him. But he'll be okay, he has to be. It wasn't your fault and it wasn't Jack's fault. It wasn't anyone's fault." I assure him.
"I should have been there for him."
"Wyatt, he's hurt you so many times, you shouldn't have. I know it hurts but you didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why do I feel so guilty?"
"Because there's nothing we can do."
"I just want this to stop."
"Me too."
