What happened to My Sister?

Whit's POV

I had just got the sign from Byron telling me that he had found Wisty and to get out of here now, but I had just walked to them in time to catch Wisty as she fainted dead way. I had noticed that she had wrapped a sheet around her body for some reason.

"What did they do to her, Byron?" I asked him calmly picking up Wisty carefully in my arms so I did not hurt her any more than she was already hurt on her body. I was mad enough to kill the next person, who even looked at her wrong.

"I will tell you, but we better take her home first, Whit." He tells me with a shaking voice.

"Okay, we will take her home and get her some medicine and bruise cream, Byron." I told him calmly and he told me everything that Wisty had told him about it. "I need to go back and kill them for this crime." I tell him angrily.

"No, that is not a good choice, Whit. You and Wisty taught me that killing someone or betraying them is wrong a whole new level." He told me and I remember teaching him that lesson the hard way. We finally reached Wisty's apartment and I put her on the couch to rest for now.

"I will go to the store and get her some medicine and bruise cream. You should stay here with her in case she wakes up before I get back here, Byron." I tell him and leave the apartment walking to the store.

Wisty's POV

I had just woke up screaming from one of the nightmares and I was confused to find myself on my couch now. Byron sits next to me and whispers that everything will be alright now that I am safe her.

"How did I get home, Byron?" I asked him a little confused because the last thing I remember is following him out of the building that I was held prisoner in at the time.

"You passed out on us, Wisty. Whit carried you here and left to get you some medicine and bruise cream." He told me calmly and coolly. I tried to get up off my couch, but Byron pushes me back down because he say that I need to rest for right now.

"I want to be in my bed not on my couch, Byron." I tell him and he nods yes to my statement because he knew better than to fight me unless he had a death wish, which I could tell that he did not want to die today because he gently picked me up and carried me to my bed room without complaining about it. Whit had finally decided to rejoin us with a police cop with him.

"She is the victim, sir?" The police cop asked him and he nodded yes to his question. "I need to get her statement before she fall asleep again." He told Whit and Byron that they could wait outside the door until I had finished giving him my statement. I told him everything that I could remember about the rape on me and he thanked me saying that they would be caught soon before he left me in the care of my brother and Byron. Whit left my place soon after the cop had left saying that I was to stay in bed for the next two days and left Byron to watch over me because he knew that I would not listen to him otherwise.