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Chapter 21: Discoveries
That morning, Harry arrived early. I got changed and the doctor gave me a final checkup before saying I was perfectly alright. As Harry and I walked out of the hospital, I felt an overwhelming rush of joy that I was finally back to normal. I let out a scream of delight and Harry took me by the waist and swung me around in the air. He set me down and hugged me tightly, crushing my body to his, before we got into his car.
We arrived home in a short while. Harry opened the front door for me and I stopped by the doorway to kick off my shoes, suddenly not wanting them anymore. Harry walked on ahead. As I followed him, I caught sight of myself in the hallway mirror. Turning, I saw a Lilah Force that I hadn’t seen in a long time.
I no longer looked pale and unhealthy, dark circles no longer surrounded my eyes. My eyes were bright and shining and my tanned skin seemed to glow. I reached up a hand and touched my cheek lightly with my fingers. The skin was warm, not clammy and damp like it felt so many weeks before. I sighed happily, letting my hand fall from my cheek.
Harry came back and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and pulled a lock of hair from my face. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” he asked, speaking to me while looking at my reflection. I turned red and ducked my head, trying to hide my flaming cheeks. He chuckled and released me, continuing to walk into the living room.
I followed him and lay down on the couch, stretching myself out. I longed to try to figure out how arsenic got into my food, or what to do about the new captain of my crew, or even search Madison’s room to find any of the white powder, even though Harry gave a valid reason why it was impossible for her to be the culprit.
But Harry refused, saying that I was not going to be exerting myself the minute I left the hospital and he insisted that I simply take the day to relax. I didn’t like to admit it, but it was good to be back in my own house, not some hospital room, and feeling like myself again. Not feeling weak, frail, vulnerable. I was in charge. This was my house, my body and I was getting back my place in my crew.
The first thing I did was to go to my room and got a little golden key that was hidden away. Then I went to the group’s closet. Making sure the door was locked; I shoved across a bunch of hangers with clothing to the side and revealed the short door hidden at the back. I had to move the boxes of shoes on the counter that was below the clothes before hauling my body up and crawling towards the door.
I pressed a button on the wall which was disguised to look like a stain on the wall. A small square of wood on the wall pulled back and slid across, revealing a keypad. I punched in the twenty-eight digit code. The code was actually the years of all of the girls’ birthdays, with Alexia’s, Avalon’s, Rachel’s, Isabel’s and my years in order from youngest to oldest. It began with Kate’s and ended with Katie’s.
I then turned the handle, pushed opened the door and swung my legs around so they dangled out in the room in front of me. I pressed the button and the panel slid back into place, hiding the keypad. I pushed myself off the counter; I was now in a medium-sized room with light blue walls and a feather soft white carpet. I turned around and pushed all the clothes and boxes on the counter back into place before closing the door.
There were red velvet chairs in the room and a small, low mahogany table set with purple flowers. A counter in the corner had bottles of water, energy bars and a laptop on it. I walked over to a painting that hung on the wall and removed it. I carefully unstuck a sheet of blue wallpaper which matched the paint exactly, making it invisible to anyone who didn’t know it was there. I set down the wallpaper and looked at the keyhole of the door now revealed.
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