Chapter 438: 1-2

"How did he behave around you?" Uncertainty on her face, her eyes narrowed at me for a bit before she glanced away, "Jerry lived nearly thirty or forty minutes away, we lived in Kalamazoo and he would visit us often." "How did he treat the boys?" Carla looked down at her hands, what - why does she - Jerry was so helpful when Kieran went missing, I gritted my teeth not wanting to roll my eyes at this woman. Yet still my heart went out for her, she didn't know, she only saw what Jerry wanted her too. "When Kieran went missing Jerry gave us money so we could mail out his scent and - and he was supportive, watching the boys while Tony and I were out searching for Kieran," the folder in my hand, I brought to my lap, and picked out the picture of the man I drew, the man in Kieran's head. The white coat that Kieran, and many of the others that escaped thought of, pushing the picture towards Carla. "Kieran had a sort of break down, he's partially catatonic, but he thought of this man, whispering behind his ear, telling him that his parents weren't going to come for him. This man - this picture - this man beat and sexually abu-" "No!" Carla rose to her feet, shaking her head, pointing at the picture; "No..." she whispered the blood draining from her face, ashen. "Grant... and I believe that the reason Kieran has no memories of his life before, is partially because he was shocked, but also it was easier for him to disconnect his life before he was taken to when he was in the facility." "He attacked Tony," Carla whispered as tears rolled down her face, her bottom lip shaking, "he - he wouldn't - he just went into a panic," she shook her head. "This - no - no," the words murmured, as she began shaking, bouncing from foot to foot, her eyes glazed over as she thought of how much Jerry had helped. Closing my eyes, I did the only thing I could do; I showed Carla the images straight from Kieran's mind. The words Jerry whispered, the thickness in his voice as he stood behind Kieran, as he told her son that he was taken because he was bad. Then when those finished I went to just now, to him knowing that it had nothing to do with him going outside, Jerry had always meant for Kieran to be his little boy toy, had his eyes on him and his job, his status with the Elders, with their research - that gave him the best access. Before I could get to the point where Kieran himself had retreated into his mind, Carla was making a mad dash for the nearest empty container, emptying her stomach, retching as she cried. "Oh god, no," she hiccupped, as Dominic, Tera and Tony barged into the house, Tony going straight to his mate. While Dominic and just came to a full-stop when his eyes danced around the room, and finally landed on the picture that I drew of his uncle. Oh no... is - is she going to bring him here? This Jerry fucker, what the hell? Was he making his way through the whole family? Relax Luna, my third wolf told me, as my hands clenched at my sides. "Do you - uh do you know this guy?" I asked Dominic, who had to force himself to even move his eyes from the paper drawing, swallowing he finally met my eyes, nodding slowly. "That's - uhm - that is our uncle - Dad's brother," he mumbled. "What - Carla what's wrong? Tell me?" Tony said trying to ease his mates' distress, but with her eyes closed, her whole self-shaking, while she whipped her head from side to side furiously he wasn't getting anywhere. "Is - is something wrong - is - is it Kieran?" Tony finally asked me when all he could do was wrap his arms around Carla, her wordless sobs gutting him. "Our boy - hurt Kieran - all lies - how could he?" the words muffled against Tony's chest. Tony looked on in confusion while Dominic, his mind raced, jumping to all the right conclusions. Grant? I called out, knowing this was way above what I had expected when I came here. Can you call Gabriel; make him bring you to the Ryan's place, "Dominic?" his eyes wide as he stared at me, unseeing, eyes welled up, bottom lip shaking. "He's - he's one of the - he's a white coat?" I blinked listening to his thoughts as he remembers Kieran screaming, shrieking about the White Coats coming to get him. "He - it was him the whole time?" he pointed his finger shaky at the picture, but not looking at it anymore, the sight of Jerry turning his stomach. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on here?!" Tony barked, ready to explode his eyes danced between Dominic, Carla and I. Where Carla looked pale and gray, Dominic's face took on a slight green hue, swallowing he didn't look at Tony when he shouted, just shook his head. "He - your - he hurt - he took Kieran," Carla finally choked out just as Grant and Gabriel popped into the house, Gabriel coming to me immediately, surveying the room like there was some type of threat. "Who - who hurt Kieran Carla?" Tony asked gently, cupping her face, his thumb rubbing her tears away. "J - J - Jerry - he it was him-m-m," his thumbs stilled mid swipe, his brows scrunched together, "My brother?" again not making sense of what she was saying. Dominic toeing the floor turned and left the room, the door closing behind him as he tried to get as far away from this house as possible. "What is she saying?" he turned to me, but I just flicked my gaze over to Grant, can you? A sharp nod and Grant approached Carla and Tony. "Kieran, he revealed to us that one of the people that hurt him while he was in the facilities was your brother, a 'white coat' as he called them," Grant answered gently. His hands on his mates face dropped, fell to his side limply. "We don't know many details but... it's safe to say that your brother was working with the Elders, as one of their scientist or researcher, and Jerry had the men that took Kieran, do so. It wasn't random, Kieran revealed that it didn't matter whether or not he didn't listen and stayed inside, eventually Jerry was going to get him, he had just found the slickest way to do so..." His eyes the size of quarters "my Jerry?" Grant and I nodded. "My brother Jerry?" Grant nodded, I just waited, "He - he made them - the people that took Kieran, he knew that they took him? All those years - he knew?" he pulled away from Carla, going to his feet. Shaking his head back and forth, his eyes glazed over, his thoughts utter turmoil, a blackness of unseeing moments he analyzed quickly. Moments where Jerry said something that made his skin crawl; tingle but he wrote it off, now at the forefront of his mind. "That - that's how - I called him-" his hands shaking at his sides, breathing heavily, nearly gasping, panting while his eyes darted around the room as though Jerry were in it at this very moment.