Keeping The Pieces

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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We drive up to the gates and I put the password into the system before the gates open. Alex drives us up to the house and parks right outside the door. The gates make a barely audible squeak as they close.

I lead him up to the house and unlock the door using my key. You would expect that they would take the key of me when they were away, especially when they knew that I had seen the diary but they're just that stupid. Or maybe they thought I wouldn't look for it again because I would be so terrified, two months ago I wouldn't have even thought of it but then again it's now not then.

Alex studies the house as we walk into the hallway and he lets out a small grunt. I turn around and give him a questioning look, "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing, it's just that you have a really nice house." He says with no intentions of insulting me.

I turn back around and shake my head in response at his comment. I walk up the staircases up to the third floor where Helen and Cyrus's room is. Alex jogs a bit to catch up to me and admires the rest of the house as we walk. Most of the doors are wide open to show off the elegance of the objects and structure of the house.

Alex mutters consistently behind me until I get slightly annoyed by it and stop abruptly. He bumps into me causing me to surge forward, almost falling in the process.

"Why did you just stop?" He asks confused. He looks from side to side for a door next to us but when he doesn't see one he turns around questioning me.

"Because you were muttering behind me and I wanted to see what's wrong." I say annoyed.

"Noth-", He stops what he's saying when he sees my glare. "Okay, I was just wondering why you wear clothes that are from thrift stores when you're obviously rich."

My glare intensifies and I feel myself getting angrier. I stalk off the rest of the way until we get to their door. I open it and it collides with the wall creating a small bang. He flinches slightly but doesn't say anything.

How doesn't he know? It must be kind of obvious by now why I wear crappy clothing, especially when he knows almost everything about me. He's not stupid, he's made that quite obvious since the start.

I walk over to the wardrobe and try to open the doors calmly, when I do this successfully I smile slightly. Leaning over to open the compartment, it pops as I press my hand against it. I start to reach in but can't find anything, I push further until I reach the back. I frown and stick my head inside the wardrobe trying to see if there is actually anything there. When I see nothing but wood I grunt in frustration. Of course they would hide it somewhere else.

"What wrong?" I hear Alex ask. It seems that we've been asking that question a lot today.

"It's not there! They moved it so I can't read the rest!" I cry in frustration.

He thinks for a minute while I carry on huffing in frustration. "Maybe they hid it in another compartment, if they had one in here they're bound to have another one somewhere." He says suddenly.

I collapse on their bed with my head in my hands, maybe Alex is right. I mean what normal person would just have one secret compartment-not that it's even normal to have one in the first place- and not have an extra one somewhere else?

"Okay, well we'd better get searching if we're going to find it." I say, getting up.

I tell him to go search the room next door while I search the rest of this one. I shuffle around, searching every nook and cranny hoping that I might find the diary.