Cursed

14

Zack Weller's POV:

I'm walking up the stairs to my apartment when Ryder catches up with me. "I got the file on Shay."

I take it from me, it's thick. "Give me a summary of what you found."

"It's pretty crazy-"

He's cut off by sobs and quiet screaming. I look around and see a young women half carrying, half dragging a crying Eadlyn down the stairs. Who the hell is that? I don't recognize her.

"Hold that thought," I tell Ryder.

I go over to them, "What's going on here, who are you?"

She smiles, "I'm Marie. Sorry. I was told to take Eadlyn away."

I'm confused, "By who?"

"Shay."

I raise an eyebrow at Eadlyn and she tries to catch her breath as she talks to me, "Shay...got me out...he came back...Dad...hurt me...she protected me...but they'll come for her." She sobs.

I didn't understand half of what she was talking about, but I understood enough to realize Shay was in trouble, "Where is she?"

"In her room. I'll come." She regains composure and I see a man coming down the stairs, "That's Dad," she squeals.

He growls at her and I punch him hard in the head, rolling down the stairs. I whistle at Ryder, "Get him out of here. And fire whoever let him in."

He nods and we race up to Shay's room. I realize the girl, Marie, isn't following us anymore. "Where'd that girl go?"

Eadlyn's face drops, "Shay must've lost hold, we need to help her!"

We run faster up the stairs. A few minutes later, we're outside her door. I swipe my key card. I can unlock any door in the building with my card in case there's an emergency. I storm into the room. Nothing's displaced.

Then I see her. A very pale Shay is laying on the floor curled up in a ball. She's shaking and one of arms has long scratch marks covered in blood. Her shirt is torn around her stomach where there are more scratch marks on her. My eyes are wide and my heart clenches at the sight of her.

I look at Eady who just sighs, "What happened? Did your father do that?"

The thought of that man doing this to her makes me want to hunt him down and rip out his throat.

She shakes her head, "No, they got in."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Who?"

"I'm not supposed to talk about it."

I roll my eyes, "Fine."

I kneel down and gently lift her into my arms. She's light. I set her down on the bed. I put a hand on her forehead and I'm surprised to find her ice cold. I look at Eadlyn questioning. She puts a small hand on her arms and frowned, "I'll get a damp towel to put on her head."

I stop her as she gets up, "Whatever is happening right now. Does it happen a lot?"

She shrugs, "It hasn't happened in a long time. It used to happen when she was younger a lot."

She goes off into the bathroom and comes back with a warm folded towel in her hand. She places it on her forehead and sits next to her, running her hand through Shay's blonde hair. I envy the relationship they have. I was always close with my parents, but it's different. We were best friends until I didn't follow a direct order.

Shay is like her mother, but they still act like sisters, like the relationship goes both ways. Suddenly Shay's eyes snap open and she gasps, wide eyed. But her eyes aren't their normal blue, they're wispy gray, like there are clouds running around in her eyes. I jump back, "What the hell is going on?"

Eadlyn doesn't seem shocked. She just smiles at her sister. She looks up at me, "That's good, it means they're leaving?"

"Who is leaving?" I demand angrily, "I need some answers here, I'm really confused."

She sighs and takes the towel off her sister's head as she closes her eyes again. "I'm sorry, but it's not for me to tell. She'll wake up soon, you can ask her."

I huff, "Fine. I'll be back. I'm going to go get some bandages."

She nods and I leave the room, heading straight for my office.