Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 15

Angel's POV

I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Hendrix and his reckless behavior. I couldn't believe he was still chasing after girls, despite his condition. My anger simmered just below the surface, I frowned as I thought about it. I bit my lip, trying to calm myself down, but my frustration only grew. I threw off my covers and got out of bed, pacing back and forth across the room. My roommates stirred, but I didn't care. I was too angry to sleep.

I moved to the mini fridge in the room and got a glass of water to drink.

I still felt like there was something more though that Hendrix wasn't telling me. But I had mixed feelings now.

Why couldn't Hendrix just be responsible for once?

Why did he have to be so stupid?

As I stood there, my ears peaked up as I heard the sound of a faint cry. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but then I heard it again - a shrill, piercing sound that sent a chill down my spine.

I stopped pacing and stood still, my ears straining to hear the sound. And then, I heard it again. Someone was moving around. I froze, my heart beating faster.

I could tell it was coming from somewhere down the hall. I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on the door. What was that noise?

I moved carefully to the door, making sure not to wake my roommates. I pressed my ear against it, listening intently. The sound was strange, unlike anything I had ever heard before. It was like someone was crying, but it was too loud, too intense.

I put my hand in my mouth as I listened. What was happening? Where was the noise coming from?

this time. I felt a shiver

The silence was deafening. I stood there, my ear still pressed

heart still

only sound was the creaking of the old building. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should investigate further. But my curiosity got the better of me. I stepped out into the

to the West Wing, where the sound had come from, I ran into Miss Stefan and Dr. Nixon. Miss Stefan's eyes looked tired, her expression worn out. Her eyes narrowed as she saw me, her expression disapproving. "What are you doing out of your room

eyes fixed on hers. "I heard a

cold. "Angel, what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked, her voice laced with exhaustion. "Can't you

trying to hurt someone else like you did to my brother?" "Mind your own business, Angel. You've been told

face. "Of course you'd be here, Miss Stefan. You're always found wherever something

sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Angel, you can't keep doing this. You can't keep snooping around and asking questions. You'll

impressed. But I couldn't really tell but I was acting to bold and cheeky,

is quite... refreshing," her said, her voice smooth. "Don't you

look, her eyes

something up. I can tell. I'm not stupid. I'll find out what's

eyes watching me warily. "Angel, are you threatening your dorm mother? How can you speak to us like

I'm not threatening anyone. Yet. But I will find out what's going

glanced at both of

Maybe you're onto

After all, curiosity is the key

rare and it was a small smile, barely