Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

(Angel's POV)

My fingers trembled as I pressed them against the cold wooden door.

A locked door.

It was thick and old, one of those heavy ones that creaked with old secrets.

I felt the thrum of something behind it, a low hum like a steady heartbeat. It was a kind of sound that made my skin crawl.

This wasn't the first time I had stood there. The West Wing.

It was off-limits. Dangerous, they said.

But I couldn't help myself. There was something behind that door. Something they didn't want us to know.

And with all that has been going on - Hendrix telling me about what happened in the infirmary that unfateful day, Emily disappearing, Dr. Nixon and Dr. Joe's weird dynamics, the persistent noises I heard at night - I couldn't sit still.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Hendrix's voice still echoed in my head, telling me not to be stupid, telling me to stay safe. But staying safe in that place felt like waiting to die. And I wasn't going to wait.

The metal lock was old and rusted in parts, like it hadn't been opened in years. My hands were sweating as I ran my fingertips over the grooves, trying to figure out how to get past it. I didn't know why, but my heart raced faster and faster until it was the only sound I could hear.

Then creak.

The hairs on my neck stood up.

Footsteps. Heavy and slow, coming closer.

I jerked my hand back from the door, hiding behind one of the dark corners of the hallway. My heart pounded, thundering in my chest like a warning bell.

"Don't," I whispered to myself. "Don't get caught."

The steps grew louder. My breath quickened.

A shadow passed through the dim light of the hallway, long and stretched like a hunter chasing its prey.

My fingers curled into my palm and my nails dug into my skin. The shadow stopped. Right in front of the door.

I held my breath.

The figure moved, but not toward the door. It walked down the hall. The steps faded until there was nothing but silence again. A heavy silence.

I exhaled slowly, careful not to make a sound.

This place...it was choking me.

I slipped back toward the lounge, feeling like I had barely escaped with my life. Every part of me was shaking, the rush of energy fading fast. When I reached the door to the lounge, I pushed it open and slipped inside, letting the heavy door close behind me.

there, lying on a bean bag, staring up

how my world was falling

in the middle of all this mess. Or maybe he was just better

late at night? Where

cracked. I cleared my throat and shrugged. "Out. Why aren't you sleeping in your room?" I tried to turn the attention

mine. It was like he could see right through

around

but what was the point? He knew.

my arms over my chest. "So

did something to me, something I wasn't ready to admit. "I told

I snapped, and my voice rose. "You think I don't feel it? Every second I'm

sat up and ran his hand through his dark, messy hair. His eyes looked shadowed and tired, but there was something else there, something deep that he hid behind that expression he's been

you to get hurt," he said, and his voice was quieter than I'd

off guard. Hendrix,

hollow. "Yeah, well, I don't exactly have a choice now, do I? Not

Too close. I felt the heat of his body and the tension between

was barely above a whisper. "I'm serious. You need to

wasn't from fear. It was something else, something dangerous. His hand brushed mine for just a

back and stepped away, my

and his jaw clenched tight. "You're going to get

be fine just sitting here and pretending everything's normal, but I'm not. Something's happening in this

firm but not painful. It was just enough to make me stop and

low and intense. "You think I don't feel it too? Do you think I'm

The way he looked at me it was like he had been carrying something too. Besides what he told me two days ago, was he

anything, he let go and

stared at

mad at him for making me feel this way, for making me feel anything at all. Worst of all, I was mad he was pretending now

But I couldn't stop.

couldn't stop worrying about him or thinking about

knock at the

a second, I saw

walked to the door and pulled it open

eyes. Something wild. The right side of her face had healed a lot and looked much better than it did three days ago.

stomach dropped. I glanced at Hendrix who was frowning but he

me now? Why was she suddenly being this

back," I told him and he just

hallway and her eyes darted around like she was making sure we

want?" I asked and kept my

in her eyes. There was

beat faster.

place...it's not what it seems. There's more going

arms and tried to keep my composure. "You're not making any

"I've seen things," she whispered. "Things that made

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