Brandon's p.o.v

Occasionally, I would check the bar for Dylan especially tonight. He is in a violent drunken rage. "I trusted you with my cousin. You have let me down" Dylan vents. "I didn't feed Charlotte to those evil dogs, those rapists. I wasn't home at the time" I stress. "I hate you" Dylan yells as if I violated Charlotte. Everything came to a sudden hault when he realized I wasn't at fault.