* THOMAS *

"Mitch? " Lydia asked, shocked. "How it's possible? "

"I've been asked for help with Rapp case more than once. " Bard said. "That's why I know something about your brother. "H he glanced at me. "Mitch has been in different gangs and every gang has rules that must be followed. Or, so to speak, a ritual to get into this gang. When you were fourteen, Mitch was one of the worst. But tell me, you never wondered how he got to it? "

He put the dishes down and looked at us again.

"Rapp quickly became their favorite and made his way to the upper ranks, and before you knew it, he was their leader along with Radcliffe and Bucho. Everyone was afraid of them. Coming back to the ritual. " He sat down in front of us. "Everyone who wanted to belong to a gang, had to get rid of, their, ballast... "

"Families..." Lydia said, disappointed, and glanced at me, then took my hand.

"Yes. " He replied. "Your parents' accident wasn't an ordinary accident at all. It was Mitch and the rest of his gang who had their hands on it. As far as I know, they blocked the brakes on the car... But the worst part is that they didn't die in an accident. True, the car had pulled over the side of the road and hit a tree, but your parents were still alive, which displeased the gang who saw the whole thing. Your parents managed to get out of the car... "

"So how did they die? " I asked through tears, despite the fact that I was afraid of the answer.

"Bucho and Luke promised Mitch he would get into their gang as soon as he killed his parents..." He explained. "They gave him a gun in his hand and ordered him to finish the job... Like it or not, Mitch shot them. He shot them straight in the head. " Added, and tears started to run down my cheeks. "Later, to keep the appearance of a mere car accident, they put their bodies back into the car, which exploded a moment later. Their bodies were so massacred that it was impossible to tell if they had died in an accident or in different way... So everything indicated that it was just an ordinary accident. "

Mitch killed our parents... It was too much.

"How do you know about all this? " Lydia asked, and stroked my hand gently.

"One of the gang members was fed up with them and wanted to leave them. " Bard replied. "He came to me and told me everything as I do to you now. "

"You didn't report it to the police? "Redhead asked. "But... "

"Yes, we reported..." Old man interrupted her. "He was our only witness... Unfortunately, the gang found out about it and before any trial took place they found and killed him. We were left without the witness and evidence we had, because they also destroyed it. We had nothing on them... We couldn't prove anything to them. "

"Why didn't he kill me? " I changed the subject and looked at the man with tears in my eyes. "Why did he kill them and not me?! " I raised my voice a little.

"Thomas..." Lydia put her hand on my shoulder, but I knocked her off and got to my feet.

"No! " I screamed. "Why did he kill them and not me?! "

"I don't know that..." Bard replied sadly. "Really... I'm so sorry..." He got up and faced me. "I'd like to know, I really do. Perhaps they only wanted him to kill your parents, and they also wanted to recruit you... I'm very sorry..." Added, and I couldn't stand it anymore and left the hut, slamming the door at the same time.

I felt nothing but rage and hatred towards my brother. How could he do that?!

Our parents raised us to be good people, and he ruined it all?! He killed them in cold blood just to get into some goddamn gang?!

I hit the wire chest with all my strength, which resulted in a pretty bad wound to my arm.

I heard the cabin door open and Lydia emerging with a bandage in her hand.

"I'm fine. " I said right away, but it sounded a bit harsher, which I didn't want.

Without a word, girl approached me, took my hand gently and dressed the wound.

"I'm sorry. " I said after a while.

"It's okay. " She replied and glanced at me briefly. "Mitch will pay for this. " Added and took my hand. "You'll see. "

I nodded and woman hugged me after a while, which of course I reciprocated. It's good that I had her at least.