Glass Wall

Chapter 39

Trees fly by as we drive further away from town. This guy's house is massive and he must have a lot of land so the logical conclusion is that his house is outside of town. I don't know who he is but apparently he knows tonnes of people.

The trees are a blur and I try to concentrate ahead glancing away from the trees as they pass my window. My eyes hurt when I try and stare at each one individually. I rub my eyes with my index finger and thumb.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks from beside me. He glances quickly at me then immediately turns his eyes to the road.

"Yes I'm fine."

Ever since we left my house I couldn't take my mind off Amy. When I said her name, Harry immediately perked up as if I mentioned someone had awoken from the dead. Maybe he knows her brother? But Amy doesn't have a brother.

I need to take my mind off this before I pull myself into a never ending loop of concern. Once I start thinking about something I can never seem to stop. I think about all these possibilities or scenarios and drive myself so deep that I get stressed over the situation. If it's something so simple like forgetting what someone said in a book, I tend to get caught up trying to remember. I have to find out what the precise words are and I need to know the meaning behind it and why. Sometimes it can really have a negative effect on me. I'm usually pretty good at stopping myself from obsessing over it. I figured that out pretty quickly because of my brother.

The car starts driving on gravel and our seats begin to vibrate. We can hear the sound of the tires screeching every so often. I look ahead of us to see a gigantic house. If I were to pass by this area on any other day, I would've thought this was a huge hotel or even a government building of some sort.

Harry parks a distance away. We have to walk a little to get to the house. I understand why he parked far away though. If we need to leave we don't want to be prevented by all the other cars behind us. Knowing Harry, he would probably just hit the cars or yell at everyone to move them.

As we get closer I notice two large wooden doors. I feel like I'm walking into a palace. The inside is even more overwhelming and directly above us is a chandelier. I stare at it in awe. Harry glances at me and laughs.

The rooms are painted white giving the areas a light and happy vibe. No music plays because the party hasn't started. Straight ahead there are two large spiral staircases leading to the second floor. Underneath the stairs there's a large hall.

Harry grabs my hand and walks me down the big hall. On both sides there's rooms filled with classic leather furniture and grey carpets. We stop in a large foyer with benches covering each wall. To my left there's a dark hallway that doesn't seem to be used as often. There's only one room at the end of the hall slightly ajar with the sign on the door saying knock in capital and bold letters.

Harry leads me down the other hallway pulling me ever so slightly as I observe the house. Harry walks around seeming uninterested. I notice his hand tightly grips mine even though no one is here.

"Oh hello." Someone says from ahead.

I look up to find burly boy... that looks more like a man. His face is softer and looks less mature than a man. He's probably a few years older than us. His shoulders are slightly hunched forward as he stands more to one side. His dirty blonde hair is slightly askew but polished off. He wears a red button up shirt with loose black jeans.

"Raphael." Harry says nodding at him.

"Harry." He acknowledges.

He moves slowly as if he's calculating his maneuvers. He regards me with a small smile... if you could call it that. He glances up and down my body but not in any way menacing. He seems intrigued but at the same time very guarded. His emotions are exponentially concealed compared to Harry. Harry seems to keep his emotions in check at all times but compared to this guy he's an open book.