Coveted

|Chapter 3

|Chapter 3

I started from the left, slowly peering the door open and slipping through the gap into complete blackness. At first I stayed perfectly still listening for any sign of anyone else before my hand tumbled around the wall. Recalling where abouts Regan had found the switch, I finally flipped the light on squinting at the brightness.

Peeling my lids open, I noticed how similar it was to mine. All the furniture was replicated in the exact same position, the only difference was the sheets were black and white stripes, the drapes thick black that trailed half way across the floor. I took a step towards the dresser making sure to touch nothing, if they really weren't crazy and they were psychic . . . It's probably best to not touch anything and trigger a vision.

A few photos were glued to the mirror, it was Jeremy and Regan but they were younger dressed in matching blue school uniforms. Regan even in the photo looked reserved, a warm smile on his lips but something deeper in his eyes.

If anything, whichever brother lived in this room didn't seem to have much on display. A few trophies and awards were placed on some of the chests of draws but I wasn't brave enough to risk looking through them.

I would be lucky if they didn't know I was here ready!

The last room mimicked the same display again except the sheets here were a dark purple, the drapes pulled open wide. A chest lay at the foot of the bed wide open, quickly hurrying towards it I peered in to find book after book majority were journals and notebooks with a few classics thrown in. Nothing too special.

There were no photos but tons and tons of sketches lining the walls. Various faces, shadows, detailed maps of forests and some that I couldn't quite make out.

The dresser held paper and chalk, tissues scrunched together in a pile in the corner of the room.

What kind of boys were these? There wasn't a single porn magazine or a single game! They didn't have anything . . . Nothing about their lives, nothing about them or where they come from. It's like they have no identities.

Crossing the hall to the last room before mine on the right side, I stopped and strained to hear them downstairs. They were still whispering. I probably had another five minutes at best, God knows what would happen if they found out but surely breaking only one rule gave me some brownie points right?

For some reason my heart started to thug harder against my chest, my skin a cold sweat as my hand shook over the doorknob. My stomach twisted and turned, a sign that I never used to ignore but there was no rational reason for it. They were downstairs, why was I suddenly so nervous? Without warning, the worry turned dark twisting into something else that I can't explain, all I could do was draw quicker breaths, something building inside me sending waves of shudders through me, each stronger then the last.

On the verge of gasping for air, I threw the door open and closed it firmly behind me letting my body collapse against it as I slid to the floor finally taking gulps of air in.

They shouldn't be able to hear me here . . .

But as my mind struggled to understand my bodies reaction, I heard the floor creak and everything froze. I held my breath, my eyes trying to adjust to the dark as I began to make out the bed, the side tables and . . .

The lights beamed on, my eyes shutting closed painfully as I threw my arm up to shield them. My heart jumping so hard, the breath knocked right out of me again as I tried scrambling to my feet but before I grasp the notion of someone else being there, the lights dimmed to a soft glow barley enough to illuminate half the room.

Lowering my arm slowly, I searched the room, my eyes freezing the shadow standing in the furthest corner to the right where the glow couldn't touch them.