Page 22 of Satan's Son

Chapter 8

I went back to my bedroom, which I found on my own. I couldn’t stop glaring at the door. Why? well….

“Addison, open the door!”

I glared at the closed door, which was a barrier between that dipstick Ethan and me. He could knock as long as he wanted. I was not opening it for anyone! Especially not for him. I did wonder why he hadn’t just broken in already. It’s not like it was locked or anything. He could just twist the doorknob.

Who knew Ethan was a gentleman at heart?

“Addison, you can ignore me all you want, I know you’re in there.”

I wished there was some sort of window I could escape from just to prove him wrong. But sadly, I was locked in here. It wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go.

Finally giving in, I reached out and twisted the doorknob, letting the door swing open. I looked Ethan up and down briefly before meeting his eyes with an expressionless face.

“Finally,” he muttered hotly under his breath, leaning against the doorframe. “I was beginning to look pathetic.”

“We all know you crossed pathetic about an hour ago.” I stared blankly at the wall, rather than at him. If I didn’t know Ethan better, I would actually think he cared about me not talking to him. Then silence fell between us.

Now that he was finally speaking to me, it was as if he didn’t know what to say.

“About before,” Ethan began, then paused for a moment. “I just knew; it wasn’t a big deal.”

“How did you just know?”Don’t look at him, Addy, just keep staring at the wall.

“I… Well…” Ethan stuttered. “Does it really matter? It’s nothing.”

“Fine, where are we going now then?” I got up from the bed, managing to maintain my former lack of expression. If he wasn’t going to tell me, I wasn’t going to push. Rather, I would give him the cold shoulder.

Ethan looked at me, taken aback by my attitude. “Addy.”

“It’s ‘Addison,’” I corrected, standing in front of him. “Are you going to move and let me out?”

He stepped back into the hallway, and I swear I saw a hurt expression flash across his face. I closed the small door, locking it, and putting that stupid key in my pocket. “Lead the way.” I gestured for him to start walking.

Grinding his teeth and huffing, he walked past me and stormed up the hallway. Why he was angry, I didn’t know. It wasn’t as if he was being lied to. I glared holes into the back of Ethan’s head. Why wouldn’t he just tell me?

Sure, it was a little thing, but a lot of little things add up to big things. Didn’t Ethan trust me? Why would he feel the need to keep it from me?

Finally, we made it to the room with the map. I wondered briefly why I still hadn’t seen anyone besides Ethan here since the day I arrived. Ethan reached out for my hand and, not having any other choice, I took his.

“Let’s get started then.” I stared him in the eye, making sure to not let him think just because I was holding his hand he was forgiven.

I wasn’t letting this drop, and if he thought he’d heard the last of this, he was sadly mistaken.

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Taking my fingers from the young girl’s temple, my nerves subsided. I opened my eyes and watched her. Had I done it right?

Ethan’s quick nod confirmed that I had. When he’d taken me to this young girl, who looked to be a teenager, she was about to commit suicide. When I searched through her mind, I saw that bullying was what had driven her to this decision.

Tears were running down her face as she let the pills she was about to take fall out of her hand and go down the drain.

“Nice work, Addison,” Ethan said. He had managed to keep a low profile all through this process. He’d let me take control of the situation and just watched. I had a feeling he wasn’t doing it to be mean; he was doing it so I could learn.

Stepping away from the girl, I turned to look at Ethan. “So, will she overcome this?”

I don’t know why, but I’d felt a connection to this girl in the short period of time I’d searched her mind.

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