Thrust Into His Arms

Chapter 85: Chapter 85 Worth Killing For

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While a great deal of the marks are hidden, some are well visible. All so because Brooke never gives me a rest. She creates new ones when the old ones starts to fade. It was too late for me to turn away from Dad so he would not see it. When his eyes fell on me, I freeze still like I had just been let out from one of Calyx’s cold swimming pool tortures.

"Gweneth." Dad calls out my name. Trailing off on the last syllable. Staring at my legs with an unreadable look.

Eyes soon narrowing with intense scrutiny. He saw it. He has seen it. What am I going to tell him? I did not know he was home. I did not want this to be seen or known by my family. It is better if they don’t know. Having them worry would make it feel even worse. But now Dad does. And it doesn’t seem like trying to blowing it off as nothing would suffice.

"What are those? Are they marks or injuries?"

"No Dad. They are just—"

"They look like injuries." He cuts me off, eyes filled with curious, gradual angry glints. My heart grows heavy. "It couldn’t have been inflicted by you."

"Dad its nothing. Don’t worry about it." I still actively try to dismiss it.

"Don’t lie to me, kid. I can tell how a wound has been caused when I see it.

And those look like it was made by cigarette burns. Tell me the truth. Someone had done this to you. Right?" I could not stop my eyes from filling with tears. A sob clawing it’s way up my throat. I weave my fingers aimlessly.

How could he tell so specifically? I guess there is no helping it. I can’t lie to him. I burst out in a fit of uncontrollable tears. He comes close and pulls me into a hug. Soothingly telling me that it was okay. And that I should let it out. And I did.

Every single one.

CALYX

I had been awake long before my phone buzzes. Notifying me that it is time.

I remove Brooke’s arm over my waist. Lisa’s leg tangling with mine, and get off the bed. Going to the bathroom where I take a quick shower. I dress in all black. Coming out of my room, and heading to the secret section of the house.

I sight Curtis going up the stairs. Naked and seemingly half asleep or sleep walking like he sometimes does. I hid in the dark, waiting for him to go to his room. I soon began growling curses under my breath as he is taking longer than necessary. I could have just walked past him. But I do not want to risk the chances of him being lucid enough to notice me and then running his mouth off to the others when morning comes about how he had seen me,

dressed like someone who is going out to commit a dangerous crime. It is times like this that makes me regret ever agreeing to the idea of us living together in the first place. That is the reason I am always sneaking out like a rat in my own house so as not to be seen by any of them whenever I want to go out on an assignment or a mission. freёwebnovel.com

The idiot is still counting his footsteps. It gets to a point where he just stands. Not making any more attempt to go up or come down. Damn this idiot. He is sleepwalking again, not half asleep. Every minute is counting for me.

I had exactly 42minutes to complete the assignment and return back to pretend I never went out. But this bastard is wasting the time and I can’t have it.

With that, I walk to him and attack him with a swift knockout punch from behind. And intercepting the fall he should have had. I bring him down, laying him by the foot of the stairs. He would think that he had fallen and passed out on his own when he wakes up.

Even if he does remember that he was attacked, no one would believe him if he says it.

One of them might come down and find him and probably assist him to his room. The chances of that happening though is close to zero. Because everyone is drunk and fizzled out from getting high on alcohol and Diamond pills. Dominic was celebrating earlier about hitting a homeroom with one of the teachers at school.

I sort of agree that it is something worth celebrating. That is because, Ms Richardson the literature teacher comes forth as a strict pain in the ass and disciplinarian. I had once thought and made plans on how to have her kidnapped and

thrown off a bridge. But she just had to go and get pregnant with her second kid. Unknowingly putting a stop to the wonderful plan I had for her. She got divorced right after the birth of her baby.

A woman in her late thirties sleeping with her student who is barely nineteen. Oh, it would make such wonderful news if it were to get out. I would let it be known by everyone and anyone who cares to listen if she annoys me. That would be her long overdue comeuppance since I can’t kill her.

The others had happily joined Dominic in celebrating about it. Always fucking looking for an excuse to get high. It is for the best though. It saves on the sleeping gas I would have used to put them all to a comatose sleep. It is what I always do. That is how I make sure that I would not get caught by one of them.

I climb up the staircase and stop in front of a wall. Close to it is an artificial plant. Amidst the growing shrubs is a small remote control scanner device that was hidden there by me. I place an index finger on the scanner to scan and verify my fingerprint. After it verified, I look around to be sure that I am alone with no one watching.

I know there wouldn’t be but I just want to be certain. If there was, I would have had to kill someone to keep it buried.

What I really am and the things I do is a secret from my friends. It is one that is worth killing for.