DWYER (A few more chapters after this will be in Dwyer's POV. It's necessary to explain some things up until the time he was arrested, so enjoy......trigger warning though, there are instances where rape is mentioned)"I killed him" Those were the three words that changed everything. And the first ones I heard from my sister for the first time in months, since we moved back to Riverdale. At first, I thought it was one of her episodes, the ones that happen once in a few months and a subtle reminder that my sister was mentally unstable. Numerous times when we still lived together, she has woken up from her sleep with a deranged laughter bouncing off the walls of her room and over to mine and then I find myself rushing frantically to her. Those moments were the worst and most painful ones in my life. Because no matter how much I tried, I couldn't do anything to save her from the suffering. Each time it happened, I was left drained and wishing it was me going

DWYER."You should stay away from her. She's a fucking reporter! You said you wanted to keep me safe but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe too and being with her is dangerous for you both, don't you get it? It all went wrong the moment she saw you"Those were the longest words my sister said to me since we moved here and they pointed to just one person: Charity. The day after the murder, I had gone to see my sister knowing she would be shaken up by it all. I had called her therapist to tell him about it and yes I left out the part that his patient killed her rapist. No one has to know that. Just like I thought, she was going crazy. She had taken tons of pills that the therapist had given her at the first few years of her which she relied on too much. She only Stopped taking then months ago when her therapist said she was fine without them and now it seemed like they were the only thing that could relieve her of her pain. She mumbled incoherent words as tears stre

*CHARITY*   The news was blaring. The town was rowdy. My phone was ringing incessantly. But all these sounds only faded into the background of my own thoughts. I was so lost in them that I lost the will to do anything other than to stare into open space. Shayne is seated across from me , eyes fixated on me as if my next move would determine her own reaction to it. I don't blame her. I filled her in after returning from the police station about everything that happened. If she was shocked or disappointed in me, she didn't show it. All she did was pull me into herself and enveloped me with her arms. I welcomed the gesture as I had no choice. Each time the news comes on, Shayne moves to turn it off but I stop her each time. I needed to know what was going on since I wasn't allowed to see him. The police still haven't released an official statement yet and everyone wondered why. I wondered why too. What is holding the detectiv

CHARITY* I couldn't move a muscle from where I stood watching my father. I watched as his face turned pale and his expression, hard. He told me to leave but I don't know why I stayed. Normally, I feared my father and respected his commands but right now the only fear I had was not from him but for him. I feared for my father because I have never seen him so disoriented and whatever it is that has him like this, it has something to do with Alice, Dwyer's sister.The name sounded so familiar but it was like a chip off a distant memory. I tried to make a replay in my head of the places I've been and people I've met. If the sounds familiar, then I'm sure I've seen whoever bears that name.Nothing came up in my brain. It was totally blank. Why did the name have such a powerful effect on my father?"Dad". I called out with a voice so small I could hardly hear myselfThe steaming atmosphere between us was far gone replaced by a c

CHARITY(Author's note: Though, these are my character's thoughts, the first few paragraphs stem from my own sentiments about life, unexpected twists and turns and Determinism (a concept that states; what will be will be "QUE SERA SERA")"Life is so unfair"That very statement. It has been so overly used that it has lost its meaning and purpose. It has lost the drive that makes us feel the intensity of the statement. Before we get to the point where we voice out that statement,we would have asked ourselves so many questions we got no answer to. Why did it happen? Why did it have to happen to me? And why did it have to happen at this particular time? Why me? Why not someone else? Why did he have it so easy? Why didn't she even break a sweat while I went through so much to achieve this? In the end, we go back to the same statement: life is so unfair. That's justWhen things take an unexpected twist and turn and we're met face to face with a shocking r