I won't have the final story published until after Christmas break, probably. That would be around a few days after the 7th. It's where the others find out, and Alfred slowly trusts again and learns that it wasn't his fault, nor did he deserve it. I'll have a poll on what it should be tagged as. I've been sad writing this, so I guess I should take a little break. Thank you for reading.
... He can't sleep, not after what he had done. After spending the whole day in a mindless blur, the one time he shouldn't think, he does. It's all about those kids as well. America, his youthful innocence forever shattered, seeing the despair and confusion in his eyes almost made him cry. If he would stop whenever a stranger said no, why would he rape an unwilling friend who didn't deserve this, didn't deserve any of this. And then... and then there were Matthew's eyes, his former colony, his former child who knew his old language better than he did. He remembered the look of disgust in his eyes, the look of almost hatred. He remembered both children asking why.
He doesn't know. He nor anyone else had ever or will ever know. But when he looks into the mirror, he sees a lot of small reasons that just boiled over, like hate and fear.
They make a very ugly man. Finally, he turns on the lights and reaches for his phone. He calls the person who hates him the most to explain why. Not to Matthew, but to him.
He wants redemption and love. Maybe he could overcome this flaw and be better again.
Or maybe it's easier for evil to lie. ...
No one knows.