Helanie:
"Umm, don’t cry," Norman said in the most awkward voice, and I suddenly stopped crying. I raised my face from my hands and watched his face with disbelief on mine.
"This is how you give therapy? You can’t even comfort soone," my complaint must have hurt his ego because he scoffed and breathed through his nostrils.
"I am not your mate. I give therapy, not warm and cozy hugs," he almost yelled before silencing himself.
There were tis when he said sothing odd before he checked himself.
"You know, I have noticed sothing about you," he cald down and leaned back in his seat. I could not benefit from his therapy; he was only riling up more.
I don’t know why he said this was his style; I found nothing fascinating about it.
"You get aggressive when you are hiding sothing," he uttered. "And it also seems like this aggression is new. You were not this way your entire life," my body flinched at his observation.
"You don’t know that. Maybe I was that way," I replied, trying to throw him off. I hated if anyone predicted now.
"Even an aggressive person has much control over their aggression. They know when to show it, or there is a pattern that they show it. But you, you suddenly beco aggressive when there is no need for it. It just proves you have way deeper trauma that you don’t want to address," he lowered his head, his eyes on his ring as he rolled it up to the top of his finger before rolling it down to the base.
"Helanie, when did you leave your pack?" he asked, and my body began to tense up. I tried to act unbothered, but there was sothing very scary about him asking that question.
However, it just slipped through my lips as a reflex of defense, "Why? Did you not do your howork on already?"
I noticed him smile at his ring before raising his eyes.
"There was no ntion of you, which ant you had either left or were kicked out, and your na was wiped clean off the list," thankfully, he ntioned the other part of the information that I kind of coerced his agent, Joe, into giving.
The blue ring on Norman’s finger shone so beautifully from the sunlight entering the window.
"It was a few years back," I felt so bad for lying through my teeth.
"And why was that?" he inquired. However, when I didn’t entertain his question, he added, "Did your father love you?"
My heart was pounding hard in my chest now, "Was he upset that your mother left him?"
I began to rub my hands all over my neck and noticed how sweaty I was. "I think I will go rest now. If you don’t mind?"
Of course, that wasn’t buying myself ti. I would not be so polite with him these days.
"Sure, but I will see you again," as I was getting up, his words froze in midway.
"Huh. I thought you didn’t want to help ," I reminded him, and he only shrugged.
"I changed my mind. That’s how I am. I don’t make an opinion of soone and stick with it." I didn’t get what opinion he was talking about.
But I just left his office. And as I stopped next to the elevator, I stared at the stairs and then at the elevator door.
"It is okay, you can take the elevator, I won’t tell anyone," I jumped when realizing he was standing right behind , bending down in my ear with his arm extended and hand resting on the wall.
As I turned to him, he pulled away and then walked back to his office. But before he could completely disappear, I uttered under my breath:
"I hope this one doesn’t have a tenth floor." My voice was loud because I was really hoping such an entity didn’t exist here. I entered the elevator and was shocked when I noticed Norman standing outside as if he had run back to with his eyes on . They were red, and his body looked limbered.
I got chills up and down my spine, but thankfully the elevator door had closed by then.
"What the heck, what a creepy man," I comnted under my breath, steadying my breath and getting off on the first floor. As expected, the three ladies were having a conversation in the living room.
As I walked past them, I found them instantly shutting up. I swear I could feel their eyes follow until I disappeared.
The rest of the day was good, actually. Nobody really bothered . I did receive a book from Emt, and so fruits were sent to my room.
I sat on the sofa with the tripod lamp to read the book. It was a book on different creatures in the rogue community. The stories were intriguing. I only read the latest updated part about the Rune’s dream world. Now that they knew more about him, they had added him in the book. But I just couldn’t find anything on the lycan in the book.
I initially fell asleep and even skipped dinner since we had lunch very late. I woke up to complete darkness and a loud howl in the distance.
My heart sank in my chest, which made drop the book as I jolted awake on the sofa. My entire room was dark with only one circle lit where I was sitting.
For so very weird reason, I felt like soone was watching . As I hastily turned around to look behind and outside the window, I found red eyes staring at through the darkness.
"Ahhh!" a yelp heaved across my lips, and my body jumped off the couch, continuing to stare at those eyes.
They were so bloody and bright red that I couldn’t even let out a call for help. I just sat on the ground, my body leaning back and my eyes wide open. It was so dark outside, but it was also the forbidden hallway where this giant thing was standing.
And then, as it let out another howl, I knew what it was.
It was the lycan!
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