Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 26

(Angel's POV)

The next day, I walked into class still felling put off by Hendrix attitude the previous day. Not only that, I had barely managed to sleep because of another night of hallway noises. This time, I had not come out to inspect like the last time, afraid of what I'd see. Maybe...Dr Joe.

Yes!

I was really out to get him.

He just irked me.

But maybe I was imagining things, I thought. Maybe I was misinterpreting everything. Maybe Hendrix had just had a bad day yesterday and was not really in pain. Maybe the noises in the hallway last night was imagined(lies). Maybe I was the most paranoid person ever, suspecting everyone.

But then Dr. Nixon walked in, and my doubts were confirmed. Something had happened last night.

The right side of her face looked red and swollen, like she had been hit. She seemed very unsettled too, which was really unlike her. These days she really didn't seem like herself.

As she began to speak about general preventive measures for not contracting STDs, I couldn't help but stare at her face. What had happened to her? She was always so composed, so in control. But now, she looked like she was on edge. When the superintendent walked in to supervise the class, I thought I had imagined the whole thing. No one reacted to Dr. Nixon's appearance, no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. But then I heard a small wince come from where Dr. Nixon stood. I looked at her, and she looked really scared.

My mind started racing. If the almighty Dr. Nixon was afraid of someone, who the hell was this person? I felt literal chills and I realized that something was seriously wrong.

had hurt

Nixon's bruise. It was a deep purple, and it looked painful. I glanced over at Hendrix, and our eyes briefly met. But

"Meet me in the garden

headed to Dr Nixon, giving Hendrix him a look

you okay?" I

you're talking about, Angel," she said, her voice controlled, not betraying

looks like it's been hurt,"

boundaries. You

not expected anything less. And judging by her tone, I had struck a nerve. "Come on, relax. I'm just

Nixon's expression turned even colder, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm fine,

true. You're not exactly the most likable person,

"How dare you," she hissed. "You think you

bitter. No one likes you, Dr. Nixon. That's why no one asked you what

scoffed, "You're pushing your luck,

whatever," I said and she hurriedly left

way out to the garden. The cool breeze and sound of birds chirping was a

fixed on Hendrix. He looked troubled, his brow scrunched like it did when he was upset as a kid. I could tell he was hiding something, but I didn't know

mind was racing. What was going on? Why did Dr. Nixon have a bruise on her face? And why was

fixed on the ground. I knew I had to be patient, but it was

(Hendrix's POV)