Sinead Starling wasn't sure if they would ever get out. She was almost sure they would die in that damn room with the walls seeming to be closing in with every moment and the chance of escaping shrinking more and more each day. That the percent chance of them dying in that room was almost one hundred.

Oh well, she always deserved to die anyway, and she always knew that.

She watched as Dan sobbed uncontrollably in the center, right in front of them all. He seemed oblivious to everything that just happen with the man and the fighting back of Amy, Ham, and Ian. Like none of that happened. No, the only thing that did happened was that his Natalie was taken away. That the one he loved and cared about was gone. All he ever knew was his Natalie, and she was gone. She had been for a while now, but that didn't matter. The wound was still fresh and bleeding.

Her's defiantly was...

Amy crawled over to her crying brother, like a mother bear to her hurt baby cub. She had trouble lifting him up but she managed to do so, resting his body onto her's. She was cradling him like a baby as he dug his head into her shoulder and wept miserably. She held him, held him very tight, and whispered in his ear that it was alright, that it was all okay. That he did nothing wrong. Nothing wrong at all.

He did that with her too whenever she cried...

Dan only sobbed more. He said he was sorry, screaming it almost but the loud volume of his voice was being muffled out by the fabric of his sister's shirt. He was squeezing her arm with his free hand, clinching it tightly, like it was his life source, the very thing that kept him going. Like it was Natalie's arm. Like it was Natalie herself, and Dan was rushing back to her, like he did all those times before, back when she was still there to run to.

Like when he was still there to run to...

Dan was still shaking madly, like he just couldn't stop himself from doing so. He was still screaming, now screaming for Natalie, like it would bring her back to him. He was still clinching, almost gasping out for Amy's arm, like it really was Natalie herself and he needed her touch again, like that would make everything alright again.

That was all he needed. Dan just needed his Natalie.

Sinead tried that all herself. It didn't bring him back either...

Sinead knew exactly what Dan was going through. She was still going through it too, herself. And, she could tell him then and now, it wasn't going away. It never will.

She watched as the young man lifted up his head and looked up to his sister. Amy, who was also crying, looked back at him and saw, like Sinead herself, as his face dropped at that the sight of her face. Simply because because her face wasn't Natalie's.

Sinead watched as Dan's head fell again against his sister's chest, struggling to retain his breath that kept getting away from him. He wasn't crying anymore but she knew he would be soon, that he would be for the rest of his life.

She certainly was, all over him...

No.

No.

No!

She wasn't going to go there. She wasn't going to think about him again. Not again. She couldn't. She just couldn't. She couldn't think of that now or she would be tying as well, along with Dan. Everything he thought about Natalie, she would think of...

She constantly thought of him. All the time, he was on her mind. Even when he was alive, along with that other part of her soul that was destroyed when he died, she thought of him every second of every minute of every hour of every day. He was always there, in her mind.

He used to be there, all the time, in person, too.

Her mind still thought of him. He just popped into her thoughts every other moment of her life. His face would flash before her eyes, like he was there in front of her, right before her own eyes. His voice would sounded in her ears every now and then, like he was still whispering sweet things and orders to her in his low, deep, sexy tone. His scent of leather and pricey cologne still filled her nose often, making her feel like he was near her when he wasn't. And the worse of all is that she could still taste him on her lips. His heatedly sweet, unbelievably divining taste that made her weak in the knees and, practically, melt wholeheartedly as a human being. That amazing taste that kept her going on with her life back then, like she spared no meaning to anything in the world if that taste of those lips from that man where gone from it.

She could still felt his lips on her, the warmth overpowering and the taste rushing back to her, but it wasn't as full and as satisfying as the real thing.

But they were the closet thing she had to him now. Since he's forever gone now...

And he wouldn't be, if she just fucking saved him. Her love would still be alive if she just fucking stopped listening to orders from him and did what was right for once. She should have disobeyed him when he ordered her to go back to the Cahills and save herself. She should have stayed. Stayed with him, god damn it! The should have stayed with him, so they could be together! Dead or not! They would have been together!

They would have been together if... If she wasn't such a loser, a coward. If she just... Just done what was right and stayed with him...

They would be happy. She be with him. She wouldn't be in the pain she was in now without him.

And that's what hurts the most. That they were so close and that they loved each other so much, and then being cut off like nothing. Someone being your absolute everything... And then, once there gone, you left with nothing. But that one someone was your everything.

She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around, hugging herself as she tucked her head down onto her knees and shut her eyes harshly. She counted to ten-breathing in-and then counted ten again-for breath out. She hoped it would stop her shaking at least a bit but the exercise failed. Her spine felt like it was about to rip out from her body and skin and hit the wall and shatter with a spring like reaction. Her legs were shaking so much she couldn't control them, even if she took her hands and try held them still with all her strength. She would even dig her nail into her skin, traveling farther and farther until the went numb or even bleed.

None of this helped her. It never really did before so it's a mystery why she kept doing it. Maybe it was just her natural reaction, her forever lasting side effects, to her deadly douse with him.

Him.

Him; the mix between the most caring and the most hate driven. A combination of the purest and the most sinful. The collaboration of the best human she ever encounter in her life and the worst villain she ever seen ever. And she fell for both of sides-both of the two sides of him.

She first knew the villain, the crook. She saw that side first and it scared her out of her mind. He was the coldest thing she ever felt, like icicles really flew in his veins instead of blood. Maybe thats why he was so pale, the ice inside him making him as white as snow, if not whiter. And maybe it was his pale skin that made his smile so evil looking, that the white of his skin made his thin lips actually look like a thin red ribbon of blood, so whenever he smiled he appeared to be a wild, mad man with a taste for the dark red fluid. And maybe it was his smile to make his eyes look so much like an animal, like a snake or a wolf with there sight set straight onto it's prey. And maybe it was his smile that reflected his soul-just him. Him and his dreadful, inhumane soul-to make him so ungodly scary, unbelievably ghastly, just flat out fucking terrifying.

Then, after awhile, she saw the other side of him that made his character absolutely polar of what she first saw and feared. It was when she had settled down in the Cahill Mansion and was started to gain information about them and their own personal training against the Vespers. She went onto her computer in the dead of night and was about to email him till she looked out her window and found him outside, starting up at her like he had been waiting for her for a long period of time. He waved her to come down to him and she did. She sneaked quietly through the house and somehow manage to get through the front door with the alarms going off. She came out and met him, where he requested her to walk with him around the grounds. Sinead kept her hand close to her very small gun attached to her hip as they, together, walked around the circumference of the house twice before he finally spoke to her. He asked for her option of his planned action to kidnap one of her brothers along with the other seven they have considered to take. You could guess her reaction.

She yelled at him, even tried to throw a few punches at him, and called him the asshole he was. He blocked her hits and finally took her hands into his. The action alone stopped her in her tracks. She glared at him meanly and he glared at her straight back. Then he yelled at her for being an idiot, for disobeying his orders... For not seeing that he was trying to protect her.

Sinead was catch off guard with that. She didn't see it that way. And that's when he did the unthinkable.

He hugged her.

He fucking hugged her.

For a moment she couldn't recall the last time someone had any loving physical connect with her besides her brothers.

She melted into him. His arms around her waist and hers crawling at his shoulders. She was trying her best to cry but the tears came anyway. But they weren't hers. That's was when everything change for them, that moment Sinead got a good lol and taste of the man she once hated, and later on grew to love.

That was one out of the two times she saw him like that. The last time she ever saw him was the second. He just told her to get away and save herself, that he was going down with his creation, rather it worked or not. He promised her again that if it did work he would come back to her, so she could be with him and they could be happy together, and he would fix her brothers. He would solve all the problems in her life if he made through this. And she believed him and, deep down, wanted him to win.

That's when she realized she was truly in love with him. Not just the bad or good side. But both sides. She loved him both ways, as a whole. Because that love, you love everything about that someone, not just certain stuff. She loved all of him, good and bad. But that left her with even more problems then she had before, with her new title of "Traitor", and all. And the huge heartache over the matter didn't help anything.

And the saddest part of all, she didn't know rather to call him Dave or Damien.

The only thing that got her through it all was her brothers. The lights of her life. They, instead of cutting her off completely, took her in. They said it was all okay and that they were triples, that they had an unbreakable bond, and nothing in the whole world could ever change that. They stilled loved her when no one else did, and that was all she ever wanted. Someone to loved her no matter what.

They welcome her back to their home in Maryland with open arms and support as she came crawling back to them. They didn't give her hell for what she had done or what she have said. They still loved her and still declared her their beloved sister. They understood that she did it for them. That she loved them and that's why she betrayed the Cahills. She done it all for them and they loved her still for it. Sinead remembers crying once they told her that and how that came to her side and hugged her and held her as she cried even more and throughout that whole day. Ever since then, they lived in Maryland with each other and Sinead has never been happier. She loved her brothers. And they loved her. And that's all she even needed or wanted in this world.

Sinead looked back up to find Dan still clinging to Amy. She guessed she wasn't the only one.

Sinead looked around the room more. That left Ian, Atticus, and Amy. Amy most likely will go next since she was so close to Dan. Ian and Atticus would be the last two. What they done through was something Sinead wasn't sure of through. Due to what they have seen from the man's statics, Amy was defiantly going to be blamed for the deaths of all the Cahills in the clue hunt and the Vesper war and Ian was probably going to be blamed for his failure for saving his sister and for being the son of two ruthless beings he used to admired. Atticus was a mystery all of his own through. Sinead couldn't think of anything that he had done wrong, or as wrong as all the others did.

She watched as the young boy started down at the glass that was shattered around him. She followed his glance as it went up wards towards the group in the middle. Amy was still holding Dan as Hamilton and Ian stood. Hamilton would usually be the one who scared her the most, literally frightening her with they way he was glaring at the door, but Ian was worst. The Lucian was staring at the now broken china cabinet with glass broken doors and ruined marble plates and cups. There was a very small stream of blood from the man's body and Ian was watching it with unbreakable strain as it slowly dripped down, running smoothly down the glass. She could have sworn that he licked his lips before slightly flinching and going back to his spot, now farther away from the cabinet.

Amy took Dan back out of the center and Hamilton slowly came back beside her, his eyes never leaving the door. Sinead wanted to go back and hide again but Jonah spoke up before she could.

"I'm sorry, guys." His voice was sad and dead.

"What are you sorry for?" Ian asked.

"I should have told you guys. That way, none of us would be here."

Sinead realized then what he meant by his statement. She felt a ripple of shock wave through her body. If she just told them everything, she wouldn't be here, struggling and suffering. None of them would. She watched as everyone else realized this too.

"Are you saying that if we just ambit this to each other, we would get out of here?" Hamilton asked.

"I guess so. That's why we're here in the first place right?" Jonah said.

Everyone got what he meant then. He suggested that the remaining three spill out there secrets then and there instead of waiting for the man to do so. Time passed and none of them spoke.

It was harder to face them then be blind and under the man's control.

Soon Sinead, once she realized that no one was going to confess, put her head back down and went to sleep without meaning to. She woke up a few hours later, or so she guessed, to find everyone else awake but some were about to take a nap themselves. She wanted to do the same but the sound of loud and heavy footsteps stopped her, along with her heart beat.

Soon, the man's shadow came upon the door. Sinead hugged her knees tighter to her chest. She wasn't sure if she had enough courage to look back to the others who were probably starting at the door with total fear like her.

It was times like these when she wished he was still alive. He was so fearless and had everything under control. He could easily take this bastard down in a second, and he would be her savior again, like he always was before whenever he saved her. But that couldn't happen. Never again.

The man stayed there for what felt like forever. He didn't move or anything. Sinead wasn't even sure if he breathed. All she knew is that he was looking through the fabric of the curtains and was gawking at them with evil and cruel plots and theories in his head, his little personal, self made entertainment to kill them all from the inside, using their emotions and trouble past as the gun to kill them.

Sinead wasn't sure how long the man stood there but she knew if he stroud there any longer one of them, if not herself, were going to snap and attack him. She wasn't sure what would happen after that.

The man, still starting, turned his body to the left and walked away from the door, his frame slowly going away and soon gone from their sight. Sinead let out a sign of relief that almost sounded like a frighten scream. She put her head in her hands and felt as she began to shake yet again, more violently this time.

"Goddamn Asshole!" Dan screamed as he threw his shoe at the door. "He gets way to big of a kick out of this shit!"

"He does." Hamilton agreed with his little buddy.

"What time is it?" Atticus asked.

"I don't know. I think it's the afternoon." Dan answered.

"Let's get out of here tonight." Atticus demanded. No one spoke for awhile after that.

"We can't." Amy spoke up. "It's to o risky."

"What other choose do we have?" He challenged.

"I don't know, but I rather come up with a plan that gets us all out safely." Ian stated. Sinead, sadly, agreed with the Lucian. "We still have some time-"

"Do you want to get out of here before or after he tortures you?!" Atticus suddenly snapped at him. They all were shocked but his tone and his anger. Ian stared at him with a raised brow. Atticus soon lost his glare and try to mutter an apology to him but the Englishman just nodded as his forgiveness and the young boy soon went back to starting at the ground, in shame and embarrassment. Dan put his arm over him and side hugged him. They all knew the boy was right about the escape.

Soon, Sinead went back to napping as Hamilton decided to lay down flatly on the floor. He was out within seconds. She woke up soon afterwards as the sound of a door closing ranged out to her ears. She snapped right up out of her position to find the man in the room. He held the blindfolds in one hand and the gun in the other. He stood there in his jeans and t-shirt, and Sinead was scared out of her mind at the sight of him.

She didn't mean too but she glanced back at the other three who hadn't gone. It was soon to be two.

Amy held onto Dan's hand like her life source. She was shaking worse out of them all. Her beautiful jade green eyes were so filled with fear, Sinead, for once was not jealous of the color, but instead felt pity for the girl who was about to go into the center that was like rotting right in the middle of hell itself. Atticus was scared out of his mind as he dug his fingers into the carpet, like they would be his anchor and keep him away from the man. Ian looked more angry then scared as he viciously glared at the man with those amber eyes that were like a snake's. They were almost as red as blood, and Sinead felt like she was dying as she started at them.

The man soon came over and blindfolded her, the knot at the back of her head extremely tight, to where it hurt her head. She knew it wouldn't never measure to Ned's head aches, but still.

She counted to twenty like she normally did when the man was done with her and went on to do all the others. He was normally done by then, and then she would count the seconds it took for him to get the next victim. It was different every time.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Thump.

That was her sign to end the counting. It meant he just selected his new victim. She used to do the same little habit whenever she was with him.

"Atticus Rosenbloom." The man snarled. "The Brother."

Sinead felt sorry for him. He must have just known he was going next, that's why he wanted to escape so badly.

"Atticus." The man started. "You're so smart. So, so smart. An I.Q. of 210 smart, right. So many would want to be as smart as you, would kill to be as smart as you."

Atticus remain slight. Sinead realized with a shock that it was the first time the man admire any of them in such a nice way. Too bad his tone was fake. Just like his way most of the time.

"Some considered that a blessing. But, not you, right?" The man coaxed him. "You were ungodly bright for your age. You were reading Latin by the second grade and studying stoichemistry but the fourth. That didn't really make it easy to find and make friends for you, now did it? When you were reading War and Peace, all the other kids were outside, during recess, and playing with there friends like normal kids. They were laughing as smiling as you sat alone in the classroom and read. It was very lonely, wasn't it?"

Atticus still didn't answer.

"I mean the only friend you had was your parents really. But you're father was always away on business and your mother...well she was soon gone forever, wasn't she?"

Atticus was silent again.

"Don't your remember that day? When she finally passed away, after mumbling your destiny to you and then finally slipping away like air. She held your hand the whole time, and gave it one final squeeze before she was gone. I'm sure you remember that day very well, don't you. It was the morning of New Year's Eve and you didn't want to start the year without your mother. You didn't want to be without your mom any year, in any life, right?"

Atticus sniffed in response.

"That only left you, your dad, and your brother. But that wasn't so bad right? Your brother was still there for you. He went through it all for you. He was there and that's something you are truly grateful for. A debt you could never repay, right?"

Sinead noticed the double meaning in the last question, like it stood for another definition that only Atticus knew of. Sinead sure didn't know what it meant.

"Jake was awesome, wasn't he?" The man went on. "He wasn't your full brother, only half, but you wished he was full. He was six years older, smart in his own way, and cool in every way. He was always able to make you laugh and happy whenever you were down but could also be serious and supportive when you needed him too. He was the best brother in the whole world in your eyes."

"And he still is." Atticus snapped at him. The man only huffed before pausing for a moment like he was thinking in what to say. He didn't speak till ten seconds later.

"You two were so close. Best friends. Nothing wrong in the world with each other... That is till it came to grades. You always made it better then him, beyond better. And with all the praise and proudness from your father...well Jake wasn't too friendly then, was he?"

Atticus didn't respond, but Sinead could relate though. Her own parents made civil rivalry out of everything, especially grades and I.Q. scores. All three off the triples were ungodly smart and they all knew it but it was the praise, the pat in the back and bragging rights from the parents that made it a huge thing in the household. Constant fights whenever the report cards came out and hurt feelings on that rare low scored test. It was a game card their parents played most of the time and it cause tons of trouble for the siblings that they were able to pass by them later on in the years but still made them a little tense and departed from each other.

"He became distant and hesitance towards you. He didn't like you so much whenever your father mention about you being a child genius in front of every one of his friends and not a single word said about him."

"That's not true!" Atticus snapped again.

"Sure it isn't." The man giggled like it was a funny joke. "Anyway, as the years grew, you and Jake became closer and closer. Like real, full blood brother. But so did the resentment and the jealousy that he carried around with him. Even through out the Vesper War, he hated it when ever you figure out something and he was completely clueless on the matter. And you knew that, didn't you? He knew, even back then at that young age, that you were smarter then him and everyone else around you. You didn't mean to be, you just were. But that didn't stop you from flaunting it either. You always held your head up higher and used bigger words to describes something then you needed to. You liked showing your brightness off, like a pair of new shoes or a new car. He just had so much arrogance inside of you that you just had to let it out and show it. You just had to, not taking anyone else and there option or feeling in a count. You didn't care, they should be smarter, now shouldn't they?"

Atticus try to get something out but couldn't. He wasn't crying but Sinead knew he was close. It wasn't the information that hurt it scared him, it was what was coming next that scared him so much. He really didn't want be that damn middle, he really didn't want his deep dark secret out there.

"But of course, you weren't as smart as you thought you were, didn't you? I mean, you finally figured out who poison your mother at the end of the war. If you really were as smart as you thought you were, you would have already known that right?" The man seemed to laugh at him in a very mean way, like he was really an idiotic kid. It was confidence shattering.

His laugh was like he's. So much like he's.

Atticus sniffed again, like he was about to cry over nothing but the fact that he hurt his only friend in the world besides Dan. That he ruin his brother over the fact that he just couldn't get over himself.

"But it was after the War were everything really went down hill for him didn't it?" The man sneered. "After the war, he tried to returned back to his normal life but something inside of him change, didn't it? He seemed to be more distance as a whole person, not really connecting with much of anything anymore, right? He wasn't the same old Jake. He was colder, meaner. Only you, at times, could bring the old Jake back, just like you did with Dan... Well you and her for Daniel, that is." This man just has a sick sense of humor, Sinead guessed.

"Anyway, Jake changed and it defiantly wasn't for the better. He got into a lot more fights with your father and they were small. No, not at all. He dropped out of school, saying he didn't need it, he was smart enough. He broke up with the golden girl of the Cahills here and...well he just wasn't himself, now was he?"

Sinead knew he meant Amy as the 'golden girl'. It wasn't like it was a bad breakup. It was mean or messy or bad in anyway. They both just realize they were growing into two different people and they weren't themselves anymore. They were as close as they were before and they decided that they would be happier if they just became friends. Of course that was before Jake fucked up everything, but still, Amy and Jake ending their relationship was as a dramatic thing as the man lead it to be.

"He then started to hang out with the wrong kind of people, now did he?" The man continued on. "The mean, ruthless kind that want to get a lot of money the easy and fast way. And Jake soon became the leader of them, with his connections and his title in the Cahill family, now didn't he?"

"He didn't mean to do all that stuff!" Atticus defended him. "He was just a little loss and didn't know what he was getting himself into! He didn't mean it!"

"Bullshit!" The man spat. "He knew extremely what he was doing! He said so himself! He said he was going show you and your damn father up! He was going to show that he was the smart one, the best one! He was going to prove it once and for all!"

Atticus was sniffing more now, pretty much crying. He couldn't respond.

"He told you to go fuck yourself, along with your father! He said he was better off without you two! He said he hated you two! And he meant it!"

"No he didn't!" Atticus fought back. "He didn't mean it!"

"But he did!" The man yelled, take ten seconds afterwards to get his breath back. "And you made him mean it. You put yourself and your own arrogance and pride over your own brother's care and self being. You made him what he is now." The man snarled at him with disgusted pouring out of his voice, almost like it was oozing out of the spaces between his teeth. Atticus cried more, finally facing the truth. Too bad it was all wrong. All fake

"He used his high Madgrical status to break in and steal Cahill artifacts. And not just Madgricals objects and secrets. He got a nice big chuck of priceless information and artifacts from all the branches. And he got away with it all very well at first. No one suspecting or even knowing about him and his work for about a year or so, till the Ekats reported about a missing document that was very important. That's soon relived his dirty work, but not himself. They all knew someone was stealing the branches secrets, they just didn't know who... But you did."

The room was completely still for five full minutes. Everyone was shocked out of the mind, to where none of them could speak. They all thought the same thing. What?

"They searched and searched and searched. It took the a year-a whole year-to find out it was him. A whole year earlier that he was stealing and selling branch secrets and artifacts. Two years so far of chaos ringing through the Cahill family. Two years that could have been completely gone and vanished in a matter of seconds if only you-the incredibly smart, the extremely bright child genius-just spoke up and told them all the answers, like you always did. Because you were just that smart, right?"

Sinead sat there in utter confusion and shock, with a dash of anger. Jake had been stealing very important things from the branches for years and years. Most of the time of his stealing spree, they didn't even know it was him. They had no idea. Hell, they didn't he expected him, since he remain inactive after the Vesper War and his break up with Amy. He just vanished with out a trace, and no one ever heard about him again. That is, until they discovered him and his new lifestyle of robberies and theft. She recalled all the times she talked to Amy over the phone about her constantly on the chase with the thief. It being a forever lasting game of cat and mouse. She was always so tired sounding and stressed out by it. It just took all the energy out of her and Dan like a full out work out. It was about the same for all the other Cahills in the room who helped in the search. When they all found out it was him in the end...

And Atticus knew all about it. All this time. All of it. And he didn't say a damn thing about it.

"You knew it was him all along. Hell, he bragged about his lasted robbery to you constantly, like it was something to take pride in. He even told you pacifically what he took and why. Most of the time it was about of the money he could get for it, right? And sometimes, it was just a keep sake, a little prize he picked up for himself. Over those four long years of his theft crimes and the Cahills, the family who excepted you and even became friends with your careless arrogant ass, chasing after him like headless chickens. You could have helped them, but you didn't. Instead you offered help to your brother and his little gang."

"Atticus." Dan squeaked out. "No...what?"

"I'm so sorry Dan." Atticus cried. "I just wanted to keep my brother. I-I thought if I just got close to him again, a-and if I just talked to him some, I could help him turn back to normal. That I could make him confess and return all the stuff. I-I-I.." He cried more for twelve seconds. "I just wanted my brother back."

Sinead's hatred and anger towards the boy slowly and eventfully faded away then and was replaced with great empathy then. She knew how it felt to be in a desperate need for a cure, for a change for your sibling, your brother. That unchanging need to save them, to fix them into the better state that they once were in before all gel broke loose and destroyed them. She knew the boy's pain and understood why he did it.

"You sick asshole." The man sneered at him. "You choose your brother, who didn't even care about you anymore, over the people who actually did. That wasn't such a smart move there, huh?"

Atticus only cried more. Sinead understands why he didn't want to be in the center now.

"You offered your money to him. A place to stay. Even your own identity to get whatever he needed. You were desperate to help your brother again, just so you could have your only friend back, right?" The man seemed to shake his head at the boy for six seconds. "Once he was finally caught in Washington D.C. with the Hope Diamond in his position, you were so sadden. You were rooting for the villain, the crook in that match, weren't you?"

"He was a good brother to me." Atticus stated.

"Why?" The man demanded. "Because he didn't rat you out, like he should have? He didn't tell the cops about you and your damn offering of help and how you always knew it was him. How you were the only one who knew."

"He didn't want to get me in trouble!" Atticus shouted. "He protected me from the bad deeds I did for him! He cared about me! I changed him in the end! He cared about me again! Him not ratting me out is proof of that! He's not a bad person!"

"I never said he was." The man stated very sternly. "I never said he was the real crook in this case."

Atticus tried to respond for sixteen second before finally breaking down and crying. He started to shout that he was sorry, yelling and pleading for forgiveness to the others so loudly that Sinead almost didn't hear the man walk out of the room. Sinead took off her blindfold.

Atticus soon stopped and just crumpled down into the floor like a shack of bricks. He sobbed saying he was sorry repeatedly, like he just couldn't stop himself from doing so. Sinead herself knew and felt how that state of being was like. Sinead dashed over to him and picked him up, saying it was okay. That he was forgiven.

Just like he always did.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update. I was really busy. Also sorry for any grammar mistakes, I just finished writing this about five minutes ago and didn't have time to send it to my beta reader. Hope you enjoy. Review too, please. Thanks again for reading.