Chapter Twenty Six

He left. Again.

As he sat there on the carpeted floor of Agatha's room, he realized that although Agatha was cruel, she had been right after all. He was a hypocrite.

He had left them all those years ago, had abandoned them to their father and spent his life lavishly, though he had gruesome work to do under the order of his father. However he left them. Left them at such a raw age to fend for themselves.

And now he was coming back, for what? Fill in the spaces he missed in their lives? Or ease the guilt in his heart for being such a bad brother?

After what Agatha told him, he knew the answer. He was doing it for himself all over again. He was being selfish all over again.

And then, he was differentiating between them. Agatha had not really shown if she was hurt, but Xander knew that she realized he didn't really treat her and Soralina equally. He wanted to get close to them both; at the same time he only trusted one. And that one wasn't Agatha. Why? Because he was scared of her.

Taken