Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

(Cylan's

POV)

The cool night air hit my face as I stepped out of the chaos and into the parking lot. Ambulances lined the street with their lights flashing in chaotic rhythm. I spotted her immediately-Emily. She was leaning against a stretcher as a paramedic wrapped her arm in a bandage.

"Emily!" I called out.

She turned, and when she saw me, her face lit up. "Cylan."

I ran to her and threw my arms around her. She winced slightly, but her laugh was soft and warm. "You did it," she whispered. "You saved me."

"We saved you," I corrected and pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. She looked so exhausted. "I couldn't have done it without everyone's help. But... I couldn't have left you there either."

Her lips brushed against mine in a soft, fleeting kiss that felt like the first breath after drowning. "Thank you," she whispered.

The victory felt bittersweet as I watched the remaining patients filter out of the center. The fight wasn't over-not for me.

Ellen's bruised and battered face flashed in my mind. Her fiancé's cruel words echoed in my ears. No, my fight was far from over.

"Cylan!"

turned to see my parents stepping out of a black car, their faces as stern and stony as ever. My mother's lips were pursed as her eyes scanned me with

my shoulders, standing taller

my mother began sharply. "This... display. This behavior. Do you have any idea

talking about shame? Do you even know what I've been

exaggerate," my father snapped. "You wouldn't have needed to survive anything if you'd just done

marry some stranger and live a lie for the rest of my life? Be the perfect daughter

"You're being dramatic, Cylan. This

is about control. You wanted to control me, to mold me into something I'm not. But

stared at me, stunned

everyone else who's been hurt by people like you-people who think they have the right to tell others how to live their lives." My father opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "You can

time,

I just couldn't resist the urge to add, "Oh, and Mr. and Mrs. Brown, I like girls, I like eating pussy and I'm fucking queer

...

(Few days later)

(Dennis's POV)

murmurs of the crowd felt like the echoes of my past; one was about betrayal, another about deceit. Travis sat a few rows behind me, his face blank, his jaw tight. He couldn't

You stand accused of aiding and abetting the operation of an illegal medical facility, conspiracy to traffic human organs, and gross negligence resulting in countless

I whispered, barely

judge demanded as her eyes pierced

repeated, louder this time. The words

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