Alex's POV
"Alex? Alex? Alejandro!"
I'm being shaken awake, voices echoing through my ears. I try to use my mouth to speak but no sound comes out. My throat burns with fresh flames, the skin damaged and desperate for hydration.
"Water, get him some water!"
I feel warm hands wrap around the base of my neck, lifting it before cold water is poured against my mouth. I barely have enough energy to part my lips and allow it to trickle down my throat. I begin to cough and splutter, my body rejecting everything it's being offered.
"Wake up Alex, you're alive." Caleb's voice finally begins to make sense and I gasp, desperate for some air. The air in this room feels thick with damp, thick with the secrets and evil doing that I've just discovered.
Mama...
She was murdered by this man.