Undivided [Book Three] COMPLETED

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Charlotte stood still, staring down at the man with confused eyes. Her ginger hair slowly fell into her vision, and she didn't even bother to fix it as her mind's gears were turning at rapid speed. She just couldn't wrap her mind around the thought that Teresa helped the other subjects escape. Jorge said all the other subjects except them, that must mean the gladers went.

And that thought made her outraged.

Here they were, participating in a wild goose chase to save their fellow gladers. They were going through such great lengths to gather them and have all of them leave together, and they just went off with Teresa. They went off with the person who betrayed them, the person who kidnapped Thomas and slashed her cheek, leaving definitely a permanent scar. The thought made it ache slightly, and she winced.

There was no point to be at WICKED headquarters then. They only reason they stayed was for the gladers, and they left her group behind. The group who went through pain, tears, blood to save them. People sacrificed themselves for this group.

Her mind gravitated to a thirteen year old, curly haired boy. A young boy who leapt in front of Thomas to save him, and died. People died. She gathered that from hearing Thomas, Minho, Newt whisper about it every once in a while. She remembered his adorable chubby cheeks and how he was as tall as her nose. Freckles danced across his own nose and spread to the other areas of his face, and his eyes and hair were the same shade, chestnut. Her heart pulled at the image of him, looking down at her through the Pit's wooden bars, handing her a piece of bread. A little boy sacrificed himself, and Minho killed Gally.

She absolutely loathed every single glader that wasn't surrounding them, except Chuck. And she knew that feeling would never change. Chuck threw himself in front of Thomas because he knew that this man was the key to saving everyone. And they left that key behind. It was already a hard pill to swallow that they left the five of them behind, but to leave Thomas? That was a new low for them, one they'll never be able to come back from.

The voices around her didn't even register until Jorge yelled, "Shut your traps!"

The ginger was brought back into reality, and she glanced back to the man who was on the floor, caressing his head. She felt bad because she knew exactly how it felt to have your head feel like it's exploding, but they needed answers, and now.

"You're driving nails through my head!" He continued, "Just. . . quit talking for a minute. Somebody help me up."

Newt shifted from behind her to the side and outstretched his hand. The man took it, and shakily got to his knees guided by Newt's hand, who then said, "You better start explaining what bloody happened. From the beginning."

"And be quick about it." Minho added, which made her blood spark up momentarily.

Jorge leaned back onto a wooden box and folded his scratched up arms, still wincing with every movement, "Look, hermano, I already told you I don't know much. What I said happened is what happened. My head feels like -"

"Yeah, we get it." Minho snapped, "You have a headache. Just tell us what you know and I'll find you some shuck aspirin."

Jorge stood up straighter while opening his mouth, but Charlotte stopped him by turning around and hissing, "Give the poor guy a break -"

But he made the dangerous choice of cutting her off, "Quit acting like we have millions of hours to talk and get out of here, Char. We gotta move, and this guy is the only way how."

She turned to face him dead on, and looked him in the eyes while saying lowly, "Last I recall, you know exactly how he feels. Don't you remember when I first met you? I kicked you square in the head, and you went unconscious." She put her finger to her chin in pretend surprise, "Oh yeah! And I took your backpack and knives."