John Pov
Martha ran into the house, Alex limping behind her.

"Woah! What happened?" I aske

". "W-Well...I found a cross...but got stabbed a few times heh." He told me with a small smile.

"See? You should've listened to me and never gone." Angie said, not looking up from her book.

"Can you not be an asshole for five seconds please? He was fucking stabbed." I hissed.

"Come over here. Do you think you need stitches? I'm a doctor." Laf said, getting a first aid kit.

"Well it was more carved into my back then stabbed but please get me a rag or something." He said a panicked smile.

"Carved?" Laf asked.

"...yup." Martha said, coming in the room with rags.

"Take of your shirt." Laf said, taking out a few needles.

He took off his shirt and I tried to focus on his back not his abs.

Oh god he's so fucking hot.
No.
I'm focusing.
I'm focusing on his bleeding out back. Laf our rags on his cuts and cleaned off the blood.

"Who's...Charles Lee?" I asked.

"...a nice guy who's life went wrong."

"Why do you always see the good in people?!" Angie screamed from the bathroom.

He shrugged and winced.

"Oh my gosh." Laf gasped.

"What is it?" Alex asked.

"He wrote something that you aren't going to be very fond of...and you might not see the good in him anymore..." Laf muttered.

"W-What'd he write?" Alex asked nervously.

"You're going to hell...where your family is...murderer." Laf said softly.

A tear ran down Alex's face.

"Wait. Your family. You haven't spoke of them at all." Angie said.

"Yeah. And I don't plan to either. Do I need stitches or not?" Alex asked, changing the topic.

"Who'd you kill Alex?" Angie pressed.

Alex averted his eyes to the floor.

"Who." Angie demanded.

"J-James...papa...and...a-and...mama." He said quietly.

"You killed your family?" Peggy asked.

Martha stared at him in horror.

"Son...you didn't." Washington said in disbelief.

"I was forced to." He said.

"How were you forced to kill your own family?!" Angie shouted.

"I don't wanna talk about it." He muttered.

"HOW?!" She screamed.

"THEY HELD A GUN TO MY HEAD. THEY SAID SHOOT YOUR BROTHER! I SAID NO! THEY STABBED MY SHOULDER! AND IT KEPT GOING LIKE THAT UNTIL ALL THREE OF MY LAST FAMILY MEMBERS WERE DEAD!" He shouted, standing up.

Angie stayed quiet. All of us stayed quiet. I've never seen him so mad. I'm never seen him mad at all. You could only hear Alexander's angry breath.

"I was seventeen. I was still a kid. I- I didn't want to do it. If you don't believe me I have scars. Everywhere. After I did it they ate them. In front of me." He was openly crying now.

"So call me a murderer. I don't care anymore. Sometimes I wish that I had killed myself like my cousin did when this started. So you're right. I'm going to hell. But don't act like you're innocent either." He growled.

He wiped his eyes. "I'm going on a walk." He hissed.

"Oh! And one last thing. This ones for you Angie." He said, ripping his cross of his neck and throwing it to the ground. He spit on the wood floor and left.

"Angie. You broke that poor man."