Hidden and Silent (SpyxFamily)

Ch. 17: Part Three

"N-no thanks." Damian answered and knew it was useless before he said it.

"It was not a request. If there is something you'd like to bring with you now, you should retrieve it."

Damian swallowed nervously. If he didn't cooperate, what would happen? Barkley wouldn't drag him out, would he? Damian didn't think so. Not on school grounds where it would cause a scene.

"I-I think—" How did Damian get out of this?! He couldn't go home. He couldn't see his father. He didn't want to imagine what his father could possibly want him home for. "I-I think—" Damian stammered, though he had no idea what to say.

But it didn't matter, cause someone's foot came flying into view and kicked Barkley in the head.

"Ahh!" All three boys jolted as the corridor wall was injured by the back of Barkley's skull while blood spurted from his nose. It happened so fast. The motion so quick, that when the leg lowered, Barkley was unconscious and Demetrius stood in the doorway, nudging the crumpled body with his bloodied shoe.

"Demetrius?!" Damian's already wide eyes felt like they could pop out of his head as he jumped down from the couch. Ewen and Emile gaped as his older brother came inside. "S-since when could you do that?!" Damian spluttered and pointed at the man's disfigured face he couldn't pull his eyes from.

"Where's your room?" Demetrius said, sweeping his flat gaze around the suit.

"I-It's over there, but—Demetrius!" Damian couldn't finish his sentence before his brother strode to the door Damian indicated, not wasting a second. "Uh—Deme—" Damian glanced at his friends who were as stunned as he, to the man outside the suite door, and glanced back to Demetrius who had disappeared into his room. "Demetrius!" Damian dropped his homework he had forgotten he was holding and ran to catch up to find him pulling out his drawers.

"Do you have a bag?" Demetrius asked, not bothering to look at him and swept the room with his gaze instead.

"W-what? I don't—No? What's going on?! What are you doing here?!"

As soon as Demetrius heard it, he ripped Damian's pillowcase right off his pillow in one hard fwap. He began to stuff random clothes into it.

"Demetrius! What's going on?!"

His brother closed the drawers. "We gotta leave." He explained with an infuriating calmness and lack of details. "Go grab your toothbrush. You need anything else?" Demetrius finally turned to him, expectantly.

"Wh—De—I don't know. Just tell me what's going on! Why is Father's driver here?!"

"Later. We need to be quick." Demetrius brushed past him and Damian followed him, bewildered, back into the commons room. Ewen and Emile's still stunned faces stared unblinkingly at his brother.

"Washroom?" Demetrius asked in passing and his friends pointed dazedly at it.

As Damian followed after his brother once more, he didn't know how to respond to the confused, questioning looks from his friends. He was just as confused.

The washroom for the suite contained a long counter along one wall with a large mirror stretching the length of it. On the wall opposite from the counter, were two more doors—One holding a toilet, and one leading into the shower area.

As soon as Damian stepped through the door and saw the sink he automatically associated as his, Demetrius opened the cupboard underneath and grabbed Damian's stuff, throwing them haphazardly into the pillow case.

Damian's stuff. His toothbrush. Demetrius was packing his toothbrush. It hit Damian that he'd be gone long enough to need it.

"Deme—"

But his older brother was already up and grabbing Damian's hand to leave.

"What—but—" Barely a moment after stepping inside the washroom, Damian was pulled out again and Demetrius walked fast. "Deme—" To avoid having his arm being ripped off, Damian was forced into a jog to keep up and he hardly had time to glance at his friends as they rose from the table.

"Lord Damian!"

Then Demetrius abruptly stopped at the door. Damian would've tumbled over his own feet if Demetrius hadn't caught him, barely noticing he'd even done it. His older brother turned to Ewen and Emile who continued to gape after him. "If anyone asks, I wasn't here and I didn't do that." He gestured to the man conked out on the floor who would no doubt have a large bump as well as a sore face when he woke.

"Wha—" The boys looked to Damian, who after a moment of looking between them and his brother in disorientation, nodded numbly. He had no idea what was going on, but he trusted Demetrius.

Ewen and Emile exchanged looks. "Okay. . .?" They muttered abstractedly.

"Good." Demetrius said and they were in motion again.

Down the halls, the boys ran (well, Damian ran while Demetrius took long steps really, really fast, the pillow case in his other hand doing nothing to slow him down) and Damian would've tripped several times if Demetrius didn't hold him so tight or pull him up before he could fall.

Descending the stairs with Damian in his hand would make it hard to move quickly, and Demetrius just scooped him up under an arm to pound down the steps even faster.

"Wha—hey!" Damian complained only for it to be ignored.

When they exited the dorm building, Demetrius' head was on a swivel as they headed for the campus gates.

Damian didn't like that.

What was going on? Why was Demetrius here? Why was Mr. Barkley here? Where were they going? Were they in danger? Demetrius was acting as if someone could be after them.

His questions were put on hold, though, when they passed through the gates, hurried down the stairs, and found the Forgers waiting for them in their car.

"What—"

Demetrius yanked the back door open to reveal the youngest Forger at the far end.

"Forg—" Damian started.

"Get inside." Demetrius prodded gently and threw Damian's pillow case in the trunk when it popped open.

"Hello, Damian." Mrs. Forger smiled at him from the front as if everything was normal.

"H-hi. . ." Damian said and climbed in when Demetrius prodded him again.

Damian looked to Forger as he settled in the middle, hoping for some sort of explanation, but she was rather quiet.

The door closed behind Demetrius and the car pulled away from the school. Damian caught Mr. Forger glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

"Are you alright, Damian? You seem a little nervous."

Damian scoffed. "Of course I am! Demetrius just kicked a guy and dragged me out of school with no explanation! What's going on!?"

Mr. Forger's eyebrow raised at Demetrius, but his brother showed no reaction.

Damian waited for a response while the Forgers shared a glance.

Demetrius answered first. "We're gonna disappear for a bit. We're not safe anymore."

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Author's Note:

Okay . .so after I wrote this chapter, I realized the Eden dorms are much different than what I described, but I didn't feel like correcting it so. . . yeah. :)