The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Four

It had been a week since my little outburst, though it needed to be said, I was mad at my father, though I point blank said he didn't deserve that title. We'd barely spoken in that time, communication merely with glances or with the least said as possible. I had also been ignoring him outside of that, I even chose to leave each day to Nico's before he could come home to give me a lecture about respect, regardless of if I overstepped what was appropriate—though it hadn't saved me entirely from the lectures that had followed my late arrivals home.

Pushing aside my bitter thoughts I focused on where I was going, walking through the halls of Thornbrook was even familiar after a week, which might seem odd but it wasn't that hard to know where I was in the vast halls of the school, call it my ability to unconsciously remember things, such as directions, or emotional cues really easily.

As I got into the main hall I spotted Nico walking through the hallway a book under his arm, the pair of round glasses he'd been slowly losing his prescription, as the Harrington's threw more and more money into having his vision fixed, placed at the end of his nose, as people moved out of the way around him.

It was odd how we all went from being the top of our school in Switzerland but overall we'd all seemed equal, now our names had elevated us to the point where they kept us from being in trouble on a daily basis though with my current attitude towards the world, there was a slim to fucking none chance that I didn't punch someone by the end of the month.

"Nico," I call barely above my usual tone, though it still travelled down the hallway loud enough to gather attention and Nico's eyes instantly connect with mine, while he snapped shut the book.

"Adrian," he replies meeting me at the stairway to the fourth floor which was also where an unused library entrance was.

"Where are you headed?" I ask swiftly climbing the black stone stairs and making my way to the enormous library this school had.

"I think the same place as you," Nico says as I turn down a hallway and push open the wooden door to the library which was likely the only thing that kept its design though everything looked brand new with brushed nickel plaques labelling where every book category was.

"It seems like that," I mutter looking down over the railing at the freshmen who were being a nuisance, sending jibes at one another in increasingly louder voices, causing me to automatically roll my eyes at them.

Getting to the back corner I checked that no one could see us, though Nico did seem confused as to why I was back here, among all the dusty untouched books.

"Why are we in the encyclopedia section Adrian?" he asks furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"It's called demonstration Harrington," I say my finger travelling up four shelves and two in to a book with the dewey decimal number two-thirty-nine, and pulling which made the whole case swivel open and stop revealing a short hallway into a room.

"How did you...," he starts before I could see him come to an answer, "the year the school was founded".

"Nineteen-twelve, also these are outdated one's and no one even reads encyclopedias for fun so why the hell would one even come back here," I muse walking inside and seeing a couch along with a bookcase to the right of the room with fireplace in the middle, along with a kitchen area underneath what looked like a second floor with a veranda hallway along with four rooms.

"What the hell is this place?" he says looking around at the open space which was clearly just behind the clocktower's face.

"A secret room, I actually think this place has been abandoned for at least a decade," I say leaning against the back of the long couch in front of the hearth.