-Carlos Perspective-
My head was killing me, like when my mum used to beat me up. Oh no. My mother's hence men. There were some of the only people, who had been let go.
'Why?Why?Why couldn't Ben just lock everyone up, except from the children that came of the Isle.' Carlos knew there was no point in blaming Ben, for what happened with the Isle.
SMACK
Something just hit my head again, this time I could feel a sticky substance running down the side.
"Your mother will be surprised that you are still concussion." said a voice from behind me, "But at least your mother will able to knock the life out of you."
"That woman will never hurt me again, my friends will notice I am gone and they will stop at nothing to find me." said Carlos, finding strength in his voice, that he had never had before.
"Well, looks like the little pup has found a voice." said another voice from behind him, Carlos always had a hard time tell Jasper and Horace Badun from behind him.
"That's right Horace, but his mother won't be impressed."
"No she won't Jasper.
Sorry this chapter is short. I kind of wanted to leave you in suspense.
