Angela's POV
"It was out of my control, Ethan,"
That was all that I could think to say in the moment in this moment of pure sorrow. It wasn't my fault, I didn't realize that things would go as far as they had, I thought- I don't know what I thought. It wasn't supposed to go this far.
Ethan didn't believe me though. Here I thought he would be the only one that could possibly see my side of this morbid and sadistic story. Here I thought he would know that I never wanted anything bad to come upon Wyatt. He knew how I felt about Wyatt. All he could do was stare blankly below him where his brother lay. His lips were trembling, he attempted to speak but no words came out. He only stared at Wyatt's blank eyes. Wyatt's cold, dead eyes. finally, he spoke.
"I, I trusted you. I trusted you, I trusted you," He mumbled perpetually under his breath, low enough for it to be considered a whisper, but loud enough so that I could hear. The sound of his muttering and his heart breaking as each second of his staring at his brother passed had been burned into my mind and would stay there until my dying days. For the next five minutes he would continue muttering. Hands trembling, face and clothes soaked with tears. I couldn't stand seeing him that way.
Then the ambulance came, taking them away.
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Trust
Ficción GeneralTwenty seven year old Angela Hansen had been living a normal life when her ugly past was dug up and she was forced to relive her worst memory and reach out to her old best friend turned stranger. Will he trust her after the incident from ten years e...
