Chapter thirty-two
I jolted up in bed the minute the blood curling scream pierced my ears, making me wince. I turned to face Carter who was equally confused as I was.
Another wince grazed my face when my feet hit the cold floor but I ignored it and rushed out of the room and towards Bryces room, right where the scream came from.
The door groaned in protest when I pushed against it after realising it was locked. I took a step back and gave it one swift kick, putting all my strength into it and allowing it to fly off its hinges and fall to the floor.
My gaze franctically searched Bryces room for the source of the scream, finally letting itself land on the squirming and sweating Bryce on the bed.
His eyes were shut tight and his fists were clenched at his side's as if something thing was holding them down. His body trashed around in attempts to break free from what he was being captured by in his mind.
I gave Carter a worried look, not knowing what to do.
Then it clicked in my mind when I remembered Margaret, the eldest maid of the house. I had met her when I first came here and had immediately warmed up to her, she was like a mother to everyone in the house.
"Carter call Marge please" I whispered to Carter in a quiet voice.
He nodded and walked out of the room, heading back to ours. I turned back to Bryce and painfully watched him while his situation got worse.
I quickly moved out the night stand from beside the bed so he wouldn't hurt himself with or by anything and went back to stand over the broken door that laid on the ground.
"Siea what's wrong" I heard Marges soft voice from the door as she stepped in.
My shoulders instanly lightened from her presence. I wordlessly pointed towards Bryce and watched as she looked at him for a few seconds before she stepped forward and sat down next to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Bryce...son wake up.." he soothing voice resonated throughout the room when Bryce fell silent immediately and his body slumped down on the bed.
His eyes fluttered open and scanned the room cautiously but I could see that he was confused.
"Sierra" I turned to look at Marge who nodded at me and Carter.
I sighed and walked out of the room, making my way downstairs and to the kitchen. Every thing in house fell silent while I let my thoughts consume me once again.
I took a seat on one of the chairs, trying to figure out what was wrong with Bryce. The Bryce I knew had completely left his eyes, the boy in the house right then was a terrified person who's past seemed to be haunting him.
"Siea"
Carter's soft voice was enough to snap me out of my confusion. It always was. I sensed his presence as he stood to my right, facing me.
So I turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my forehead on his toned stomach.
"Have we been hurting the wrong person all this time Carter...?" I mumbled weakly.
The thought of me hurting someone innocent clawed at my heart and weighed down on my shoulders.
I turned my head and rested my cheek against his stomach as he placed his left palm at the back of my head and his palm on my back, running his fingers through my hair and gently rubbing my back.
"We don't know if he's innocent yet sweetheart, and even if he is, he has chosen to hide that from us so it wasn't out fault that he got what he saw was coming" he calmly answered.
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Black Crest
Lãng mạnI pointed the barrel at him and shot twice, one bullet hitting him in the neck while the other hit his chest. "I've had enough of you" I muttered and reloaded the gun. "What makes you think the leader of the gang is still dead?" a new voice sounded...
