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.

bag, staring up at the ceiling like nothing

he hadn't noticed how my world

hated him for it. His calmness. His way of just being in the

you doing nosing around this late at night? Where were

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

dark eyes locking onto mine. It was like he could see right

looking around

mouth to deny it, but what was the point?

and crossed my arms over

something I wasn't ready to admit. "I told you to stop. This place is

voice rose. "You think I

up and ran his hand through his dark, messy hair. His eyes looked shadowed and tired, but there was

hurt," he said,

caught me off guard.

and hollow. "Yeah, well, I don't exactly have a choice

stood up and moved closer. Too close. I felt the heat of his body and the

above a whisper. "I'm serious. You need

else, something dangerous. His hand brushed mine for just a second, but it was enough to send a jolt through

away, my

his jaw clenched tight. "You're

here and pretending everything's normal, but I'm not. Something's happening in this place, Hendrix. Something bad. You've also attested to this. I won't stop until I know what

hand gripped my arm, firm but not painful. It was just enough to make me stop and

don't know that?" he said, his voice low and intense. "You think I don't feel it too? Do

Besides what he told me two days ago, was he hiding something else from me? Something dark and

anything, he let go and stepped back and turned

stood there and stared at his back, my mind

for making me feel anything at all. Worst of all, I was mad he was pretending now he didn't care that this center could as well be a prison to

But I couldn't stop.

couldn't stop worrying about him or thinking about his health. And I hated myself

at the door, sharp and

and for a second, I saw the panic flash in his

the door and pulled it open

cold and familiar scowl, but there was something different in her eyes. Something wild. The right side of her face had healed a lot and looked much better than it did three days ago. "You," she said and pointed at me. "I

frowning but

would she want to talk to me now?

be right back," I told him and

me out into the hallway and her eyes darted around like she was

you want?" I asked

something other than coldness in her eyes. There was a flicker of uncertainty and fear. "You need to be

heart beat

lower. "This place...it's not what it seems.

to keep my composure. "You're not making any sense. Why

and for a moment, I thought she wouldn't answer. "I've

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