"Cousin… Sis…" Gentry Chapman caught up, his face woeful.
'He didn't know how things had gotten so out of hand.'
Patrick Thorne slapped him hard on the shoulder and scolded impatiently, "What's there to cry about? You're pathetic."
'If only Gentry Chapman had a little more backbone, his aunt and cousin wouldn't have had to suffer so much. This cousin of his was just too spineless.'
Gentry Chapman didn't dare to cry anymore. Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, he watched Patrick Thorne and the others leave, taking his sister with them. Left all alone in the house, Gentry Chapman suddenly felt a hollow emptiness inside as loneliness washed over him.
"Cousin, wait for me!"
Gentry Chapman bolted after them. He didn't want to stay home alone; it was too terrifying.
"Gentry, come back!" Mrs. Chapman yelled, but Gentry Chapman was already far away, running off with the 'thugs' she detested most.
