Chapter 23: His Return
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Zadkiel wriggled in his sheets, disturbed the chattering of boys. He fluttered his eyes open and turned around to see the time. It was almost 8:30 which meant only half an hour for him to get to the breakfast table before they start collecting the dishes. But then he frowned thinking why Abel didn’t wake him up early. Not that he would go before everyone else considering he had to use the bathroom alone because of the injection. But still, Abel always woke him up at 7:30 am just to have a conversation before breakfast. The only exceptions were when Zadkiel woke up early himself or he didn’t wake up at all till noon.
He turned to his side and glanced at Abel’s bed which was empty. This was a little strange because even if Abel doesn’t wake him up, he waits for Zadkiel to wake up till breakfast time is over. If Zadkiel didn’t make it to the breakfast table, Abel wouldn’t eat his breakfast as well.
He thought maybe the lad was in the bathroom so, he slipped under his sheets, putting a pillow over his head to block the loud babbling voices of the boys. He waited until it quietened down and then emerged out of the sheets. He trod to the bathroom and entered it.
The first thing he did after entering the bathroom was to look for his friend who he was sure wouldn’t have gone to breakfast at all without him. He knocked on the door of the stalls but no response from any single one of them. He opened each one but they were empty. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion then he thought maybe Abel was still mad at him but he thought he made clear that he didn’t do drugs.
He shrugged off, thinking he’d talk to Abel later and headed out of the bathroom to grab the new syringe and a tiny glass bottle from under his pillow before marching back to the bathroom.
He entered the empty stall, closed the toilet lid before sitting on it. He didn’t bother to lock the stall because he knew everyone would be busy eating. He filled the syringe with the bluish liquid and injected it inside his bloodstream.
Veins popped out like they did every time as he grunted in pain, arching his back and lolling back his head. He was taking shallow breaths as his heartbeat decreased. It was so slow that he could pass for dead.
He was sweating like crazy and his whole body started burning. He felt like he was on fire but only from inside because his outer skin was wet with cold sweat.
He heard someone outside the stall, he tried to hold his moans of pain but it wasn’t helping. He was yelping in pain. A sharp pain pierced through his head and he groaned loudly in pain, murmuring ‘it’s gonna be alright’ to himself.
It was his routine chore. He did it every single day. But still, he never got used to it. Every time he felt like the pain was becoming more and more. Every time he felt like the pain was discovering new ways to hurt him.
“Hey, you alright in there?” He heard a voice asking him.
He didn’t have enough strength in him to reply. He knew if he opened his mouth only a cry for help would come out so he kept it shut and tried to lock the door but his hands were too slippery to stay on the lock and he was too weak to lock the door. Moving his arm towards the door lock was alone very struggling so holding it in the air to actually lock the door was way too difficult for him.
“Mate? You okay?” This time there was a knock as well.
Zadkiel thought of replying. He opened his mouth to say that he was just fine but his throat was so dry as a desert. He started coughing as soon as he tried to speak. A very dangerous fit of cough. He thought he would die like this but then it stopped and he yelped in pain he was feeling in his throat as if it was bleeding.
“I’m opening the door.” The boy said and before Zadkiel could protest, he opened the door.
“Hey…” The boy rushed to him. Zadkiel couldn’t even make the face of the boy or tell who he was by the voice. He knew everyone who slept in the same hall as him but it was because of the aconite that his brain wasn’t working.
The boy held him by his waist to help him stand up. But as soon as Zadkiel stood up, the empty bottle of aconite and the syringe fell on the ground. Boy’s eyes darted towards them so quickly. He pushed Zadkiel back on the toilet seat and Zadkiel rested his back against the tank.
“What is this?” The boy crouched down to pick up the fallen objects. He held it in front of him. Examined it for few seconds before turning his gaze to Zadkiel.
“You do drugs?” The boy frowned at him. Zadkiel didn’t have enough strength to shake his head. He tried to hold onto the boy’s hand to tell him but his hand just slipped down.
“Yes, you do.” He answered himself as he grabbed Zadkiel’s left arm where the bruise was pretty evident that he did take the injection.
Zadkiel tried to speak up. He kept murmuring under his breath ‘it’s not drugs’ but the boy was looking at the remnant of the blue liquid inside the bottle. Zadkiel took a deep breath before standing up on his shaking legs with the help of the wall.
“It’s going to kill you. I’m going to tell Father about this.” He spoke completely ignoring Zadkiel’s struggle to get up.
Zadkiel waited for few seconds for his legs to get used to his legs as he kept licking his lips to wet them enough that they don’t start bleeding. The boy was still staring at the needle. Zadkiel put his hand on his shoulder to push him back so he could get out but it was difficult. He was too weak and the boy was too heavy for this weak Zadkiel to move.
“Here…” The boy finally realized that he could be a little help to Zadkiel and put his arm around Zadkiel’s waist and helped him out of the stall.
“Where to?” He asked Zadkiel who murmured “sink” pointing to its direction. The boy didn’t hear him but he saw the pointed direction and helped Zadkiel walk to it.
Zadkiel lurched over the sink, gripping it and breathing heavily. The boy opened the tap for him. He heard running water and looked at it with his blurry vision. He cupped his hand to collect water and then threw it on his face. He did for enough times to wake himself up and then drank the water directly from the tap. He stood there for a while, eyes closed and caught his breath. The boy stayed with him the whole time. When his breaths were somewhat normal, he straightened his posture and turned to face the boy. His face was still a little blurry but he locked his eyes on the guy and gradually his vision cleared. Toby.
“Toby.” He murmured. His voice rough because of the dryness of his throat.
“Zadkiel, you could’ve died.” Toby showed his concern, frowning at him.
“I am dying.” Zadkiel chuckled at him. He was so used to saying this sentence that now he started finding it funny.
“Is this the reason that you have a short lifespan?” Toby questioned putting his hand with the syringe and the bottle in the air to show Zadkiel.
“No. It’s not what you think.” Zadkiel mumbled before pushing him aside and walked out of the bathroom. Every bone, every muscle, every organ, every joint, every cell in his body was in agony but he had mastered not to show it.
“Then what is this?” Toby followed him out, burning holes in the back of his skull.
“You saw me there right? I was almost dying in there but this injection helped me get back on my feet. This is a prescribed medicine.” Zadkiel lied professionally as he walked further into the room to grab his toiletries.
“So, this is medicine? Does Father know about this?” Toby wasn’t buying it. He was sure it was some kind of dangerous drug, considering the condition he saw Zadkiel in, a few minutes ago.
“He gave this to me. Go, tell him if you want to-” Zadkiel’s words stopped when he saw the huge hump under the blanket on Abel’s bed. He rushed to him and removed the blanket. Under it, lied a beaten Abel with fresh bruises and scars over his body. His face had a small gash over the bridge of his nose and few scratches all over his face.
“Oh my god.” He gasped looking at the condition of his friend who looked like he was almost dead on the bed but Zadkiel could hear a light thud of his heart.
“Abel, what happened?” He questioned, whispering as if the loud noise would disturb the lad but Abel was unconscious.
“I brought him here. I found him on the floor right outside the ‘punishment’ room. I asked Sister what happened and she told me that he was watching porn last night in the computer lab.” Toby explained as he sat on Zadkiel’s bed. Zadkiel frowned because Abel never did this before. He knew there was more to this.
“I took him to the medic. They cleaned him up, stitched him and gave him sedatives. He won’t open his eyes for the next 16 hours.” Toby spoke. Zadkiel looked at him and saw that he was still holding the syringe and the bottle.
“Toby, throw that away. It’s harmful to you.” Zadkiel spoke, pointing towards the hand in which Toby was holding the objects. Toby placed it on Zadkiel’s bed before standing up and glanced at him.
“I hope what you told me is true and you’re not into substance abuse because I wouldn’t want you to die today instead of tomorrow.” Toby gave him a small smile before leaving him alone.
Zadkiel sighed and averted his gaze at his best friend’s unconscious figure. He pulled up the blankets and tucked him inside. He kissed his temple and got up. He picked up the used syringe and the empty bottle from his bed and threw them in the dustbin after breaking the needle of the syringe.
He gave one last glance to his best friend’s lying body before heading out of the room, straight to the backyard because he knew the time for breakfast was over. There was no use in going there now.
He was about to step out in the backyard when the familiar feelings of euphoria hit him. All the hair on his body stood up and his heartbeat increased. He smiled and inhaled deeply. The familiar intoxicating scent in the air made him almost lose his balance.
He stopped right there and turned around to go to the front door of the building. His steps were hurried and his strides were long. He felt like he was on walking on the clouds. He even forgot that he was super speeding in the hall until he had to slide against the floor to stop himself when he reached the front door.
As soon as his eyes landed on Irvin who was doing nothing but standing by his car, seeming lost in thoughts, he ran so fast that it looked like someone fast-forwarded a movie scene. He sprung on an inattentive Irvin who for once seemed confused but in a moment nuzzled his face in his mate’s neck and inhaled deeply. He missed him and he couldn’t put it into words that how much.
Zadkiel nuzzled his face in Irvin’s neck as well but this time when he inhaled Irvin’s scent, he pulled back so quickly that it was impossible for a second to tell what even happened.
Irvin’s eyebrows knitted together, forming lines on his forehead as he stared at his mate’s face who was staring back with a scowl on his face. He knew he owed his mate an explanation and he was here to give it to him but he could tell that there was something else that was bothering Zadkiel. He was ready to tell Zadkiel everything. From top to bottom, left to right, A to Z. He was ready to vomit it out but the next words that left Zadkiel’s mouth made him think otherwise.
“Why do you smell like me?”
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Zadkiel wriggled in his sheets, disturbed the chattering of boys. He fluttered his eyes open and turned around to see the time. It was almost 8:30 which meant only half an hour for him to get to the breakfast table before they start collecting the dishes. But then he frowned thinking why Abel didn’t wake him up early. Not that he would go before everyone else considering he had to use the bathroom alone because of the injection. But still, Abel always woke him up at 7:30 am just to have a conversation before breakfast. The only exceptions were when Zadkiel woke up early himself or he didn’t wake up at all till noon.
He turned to his side and glanced at Abel’s bed which was empty. This was a little strange because even if Abel doesn’t wake him up, he waits for Zadkiel to wake up till breakfast time is over. If Zadkiel didn’t make it to the breakfast table, Abel wouldn’t eat his breakfast as well.
He thought maybe the lad was in the bathroom so, he slipped under his sheets, putting a pillow over his head to block the loud babbling voices of the boys. He waited until it quietened down and then emerged out of the sheets. He trod to the bathroom and entered it.
The first thing he did after entering the bathroom was to look for his friend who he was sure wouldn’t have gone to breakfast at all without him. He knocked on the door of the stalls but no response from any single one of them. He opened each one but they were empty. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion then he thought maybe Abel was still mad at him but he thought he made clear that he didn’t do drugs.
He shrugged off, thinking he’d talk to Abel later and headed out of the bathroom to grab the new syringe and a tiny glass bottle from under his pillow before marching back to the bathroom.
He entered the empty stall, closed the toilet lid before sitting on it. He didn’t bother to lock the stall because he knew everyone would be busy eating. He filled the syringe with the bluish liquid and injected it inside his bloodstream.
Veins popped out like they did every time as he grunted in pain, arching his back and lolling back his head. He was taking shallow breaths as his heartbeat decreased. It was so slow that he could pass for dead.
He was sweating like crazy and his whole body started burning. He felt like he was on fire but only from inside because his outer skin was wet with cold sweat.
He heard someone outside the stall, he tried to hold his moans of pain but it wasn’t helping. He was yelping in pain. A sharp pain pierced through his head and he groaned loudly in pain, murmuring ‘it’s gonna be alright’ to himself.
It was his routine chore. He did it every single day. But still, he never got used to it. Every time he felt like the pain was becoming more and more. Every time he felt like the pain was discovering new ways to hurt him.
“Hey, you alright in there?” He heard a voice asking him.
He didn’t have enough strength in him to reply. He knew if he opened his mouth only a cry for help would come out so he kept it shut and tried to lock the door but his hands were too slippery to stay on the lock and he was too weak to lock the door. Moving his arm towards the door lock was alone very struggling so holding it in the air to actually lock the door was way too difficult for him.
“Mate? You okay?” This time there was a knock as well.
Zadkiel thought of replying. He opened his mouth to say that he was just fine but his throat was so dry as a desert. He started coughing as soon as he tried to speak. A very dangerous fit of cough. He thought he would die like this but then it stopped and he yelped in pain he was feeling in his throat as if it was bleeding.
“I’m opening the door.” The boy said and before Zadkiel could protest, he opened the door.
“Hey…” The boy rushed to him. Zadkiel couldn’t even make the face of the boy or tell who he was by the voice. He knew everyone who slept in the same hall as him but it was because of the aconite that his brain wasn’t working.
The boy held him by his waist to help him stand up. But as soon as Zadkiel stood up, the empty bottle of aconite and the syringe fell on the ground. Boy’s eyes darted towards them so quickly. He pushed Zadkiel back on the toilet seat and Zadkiel rested his back against the tank.
“What is this?” The boy crouched down to pick up the fallen objects. He held it in front of him. Examined it for few seconds before turning his gaze to Zadkiel.
“You do drugs?” The boy frowned at him. Zadkiel didn’t have enough strength to shake his head. He tried to hold onto the boy’s hand to tell him but his hand just slipped down.
“Yes, you do.” He answered himself as he grabbed Zadkiel’s left arm where the bruise was pretty evident that he did take the injection.
Zadkiel tried to speak up. He kept murmuring under his breath ‘it’s not drugs’ but the boy was looking at the remnant of the blue liquid inside the bottle. Zadkiel took a deep breath before standing up on his shaking legs with the help of the wall.
“It’s going to kill you. I’m going to tell Father about this.” He spoke completely ignoring Zadkiel’s struggle to get up.
Zadkiel waited for few seconds for his legs to get used to his legs as he kept licking his lips to wet them enough that they don’t start bleeding. The boy was still staring at the needle. Zadkiel put his hand on his shoulder to push him back so he could get out but it was difficult. He was too weak and the boy was too heavy for this weak Zadkiel to move.
“Here…” The boy finally realized that he could be a little help to Zadkiel and put his arm around Zadkiel’s waist and helped him out of the stall.
“Where to?” He asked Zadkiel who murmured “sink” pointing to its direction. The boy didn’t hear him but he saw the pointed direction and helped Zadkiel walk to it.
Zadkiel lurched over the sink, gripping it and breathing heavily. The boy opened the tap for him. He heard running water and looked at it with his blurry vision. He cupped his hand to collect water and then threw it on his face. He did for enough times to wake himself up and then drank the water directly from the tap. He stood there for a while, eyes closed and caught his breath. The boy stayed with him the whole time. When his breaths were somewhat normal, he straightened his posture and turned to face the boy. His face was still a little blurry but he locked his eyes on the guy and gradually his vision cleared. Toby.
“Toby.” He murmured. His voice rough because of the dryness of his throat.
“Zadkiel, you could’ve died.” Toby showed his concern, frowning at him.
“I am dying.” Zadkiel chuckled at him. He was so used to saying this sentence that now he started finding it funny.
“Is this the reason that you have a short lifespan?” Toby questioned putting his hand with the syringe and the bottle in the air to show Zadkiel.
“No. It’s not what you think.” Zadkiel mumbled before pushing him aside and walked out of the bathroom. Every bone, every muscle, every organ, every joint, every cell in his body was in agony but he had mastered not to show it.
“Then what is this?” Toby followed him out, burning holes in the back of his skull.
“You saw me there right? I was almost dying in there but this injection helped me get back on my feet. This is a prescribed medicine.” Zadkiel lied professionally as he walked further into the room to grab his toiletries.
“So, this is medicine? Does Father know about this?” Toby wasn’t buying it. He was sure it was some kind of dangerous drug, considering the condition he saw Zadkiel in, a few minutes ago.
“He gave this to me. Go, tell him if you want to-” Zadkiel’s words stopped when he saw the huge hump under the blanket on Abel’s bed. He rushed to him and removed the blanket. Under it, lied a beaten Abel with fresh bruises and scars over his body. His face had a small gash over the bridge of his nose and few scratches all over his face.
“Oh my god.” He gasped looking at the condition of his friend who looked like he was almost dead on the bed but Zadkiel could hear a light thud of his heart.
“Abel, what happened?” He questioned, whispering as if the loud noise would disturb the lad but Abel was unconscious.
“I brought him here. I found him on the floor right outside the ‘punishment’ room. I asked Sister what happened and she told me that he was watching porn last night in the computer lab.” Toby explained as he sat on Zadkiel’s bed. Zadkiel frowned because Abel never did this before. He knew there was more to this.
“I took him to the medic. They cleaned him up, stitched him and gave him sedatives. He won’t open his eyes for the next 16 hours.” Toby spoke. Zadkiel looked at him and saw that he was still holding the syringe and the bottle.
“Toby, throw that away. It’s harmful to you.” Zadkiel spoke, pointing towards the hand in which Toby was holding the objects. Toby placed it on Zadkiel’s bed before standing up and glanced at him.
“I hope what you told me is true and you’re not into substance abuse because I wouldn’t want you to die today instead of tomorrow.” Toby gave him a small smile before leaving him alone.
Zadkiel sighed and averted his gaze at his best friend’s unconscious figure. He pulled up the blankets and tucked him inside. He kissed his temple and got up. He picked up the used syringe and the empty bottle from his bed and threw them in the dustbin after breaking the needle of the syringe.
He gave one last glance to his best friend’s lying body before heading out of the room, straight to the backyard because he knew the time for breakfast was over. There was no use in going there now.
He was about to step out in the backyard when the familiar feelings of euphoria hit him. All the hair on his body stood up and his heartbeat increased. He smiled and inhaled deeply. The familiar intoxicating scent in the air made him almost lose his balance.
He stopped right there and turned around to go to the front door of the building. His steps were hurried and his strides were long. He felt like he was on walking on the clouds. He even forgot that he was super speeding in the hall until he had to slide against the floor to stop himself when he reached the front door.
As soon as his eyes landed on Irvin who was doing nothing but standing by his car, seeming lost in thoughts, he ran so fast that it looked like someone fast-forwarded a movie scene. He sprung on an inattentive Irvin who for once seemed confused but in a moment nuzzled his face in his mate’s neck and inhaled deeply. He missed him and he couldn’t put it into words that how much.
Zadkiel nuzzled his face in Irvin’s neck as well but this time when he inhaled Irvin’s scent, he pulled back so quickly that it was impossible for a second to tell what even happened.
Irvin’s eyebrows knitted together, forming lines on his forehead as he stared at his mate’s face who was staring back with a scowl on his face. He knew he owed his mate an explanation and he was here to give it to him but he could tell that there was something else that was bothering Zadkiel. He was ready to tell Zadkiel everything. From top to bottom, left to right, A to Z. He was ready to vomit it out but the next words that left Zadkiel’s mouth made him think otherwise.
“Why do you smell like me?”
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Best novel online free at novelhall.comZadkiel wriggled in his sheets, disturbed the chattering of boys. He fluttered his eyes open and turned around to see the time. It was almost 8:30 which meant only half an hour for him to get to the breakfast table before they start collecting the dishes. But then he frowned thinking why Abel didn't wake him up early. Not that he would go before everyone else considering he had to use the bathroom alone because of the injection. But still, Abel always woke him up at 7:30 am just to have a conversation before breakfast. The only exceptions were when Zadkiel woke up early himself or he didn't wake up at all till noon. He turned to his side and glanced at Abel's bed which was empty. This was a little strange because even if Abel doesn't wake him up, he waits for Zadkiel to wake up till breakfast time is over. If Zadkiel didn't make it to the breakfast table, Abel wouldn't eat his breakfast as well. He thought maybe the lad was in the bathroom so, he slipped under his sheets, putting a pillow over his head to block the loud babbling voices of the boys. He waited until it quietened down and then emerged out of the sheets. He trod to the bathroom and entered it. The first thing he did after entering the bathroom was to look for his friend who he was sure wouldn't have gone to breakfast at all without him. He knocked on the door of the stalls but no response from any single one of them. He opened each one but they were empty. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion then he thought maybe Abel was still mad at him but he thought he made clear that he didn't do drugs. He shrugged off, thinking he'd talk to Abel later and headed out of the bathroom to grab the new syringe and a tiny glass bottle from under his pillow before marching back to the bathroom. He entered the empty stall, closed the toilet lid before sitting on it. He didn't bother to lock the stall because he knew everyone would be busy eating. He filled the syringe with the bluish liquid and injected it inside his bloodstream. Veins popped out like they did every time as he grunted in pain, arching his back and lolling back his head. He was taking shallow breaths as his heartbeat decreased. It was so slow that he could pass for dead. He was sweating like crazy and his whole body started burning. He felt like he was on fire but only from inside because his outer skin was wet with cold sweat. He heard someone outside the stall, he tried to hold his moans of pain but it wasn't helping. He was yelping in pain. A sharp pain pierced through his head and he groaned loudly in pain, murmuring it's gonna be alright' to himself. It was his routine chore. He did it every single day. But still, he never got used to it. Every time he felt like the pain was becoming more and more. Every time he felt like the pain was discovering new ways to hurt him. Hey, you alright in there? He heard a voice asking him. He didn't have enough strength in him to reply. He knew if he opened his mouth only a cry for help would come out so he kept it shut and tried to lock the door but his hands were too slippery to stay on the lock and he was too weak to lock the door. Moving his arm towards the door lock was alone very struggling so holding it in the air to actually lock the door was way too difficult for him. Mate? You okay? This time there was a knock as well. Zadkiel thought of replying. He opened his mouth to say that he was just fine but his throat was so dry as a desert. He started coughing as soon as he tried to speak. A very dangerous fit of cough. He thought he would die like this but then it stopped and he yelped in pain he was feeling in his throat as if it was bleeding. I'm opening the door. The boy said and before Zadkiel could protest, he opened the door. Hey The boy rushed to him. Zadkiel couldn't even make the face of the boy or tell who he was by the voice. He knew everyone who slept in the same hall as him but it was because of the aconite that his brain wasn't working. The boy held him by his waist to help him stand up. But as soon as Zadkiel stood up, the empty bottle of aconite and the syringe fell on the ground. Boy's eyes darted towards them so quickly. He pushed Zadkiel back on the toilet seat and Zadkiel rested his back against the tank. What is this? The boy crouched down to pick up the fallen objects. He held it in front of him. Examined it for few seconds before turning his gaze to Zadkiel. You do drugs? The boy frowned at him. Zadkiel didn't have enough strength to shake his head. He tried to hold onto the boy's hand to tell him but his hand just slipped down. Yes, you do. He answered himself as he grabbed Zadkiel's left arm where the bruise was pretty evident that he did take the injection. Zadkiel tried to speak up. He kept murmuring under his breath it's not drugs' but the boy was looking at the remnant of the blue liquid inside the bottle. Zadkiel took a deep breath before standing up on his shaking legs with the help of the wall. It's going to kill you. I'm going to tell Father about this. He spoke completely ignoring Zadkiel's struggle to get up. Zadkiel waited for few seconds for his legs to get used to his legs as he kept licking his lips to wet them enough that they don't start bleeding. The boy was still staring at the needle. Zadkiel put his hand on his shoulder to push him back so he could get out but it was difficult. He was too weak and the boy was too heavy for this weak Zadkiel to move. Here The boy finally realized that he could be a little help to Zadkiel and put his arm around Zadkiel's waist and helped him out of the stall. Where to? He asked Zadkiel who murmured sink pointing to its direction. The boy didn't hear him but he saw the pointed direction and helped Zadkiel walk to it. Zadkiel lurched over the sink, gripping it and breathing heavily. The boy opened the tap for him. He heard running water and looked at it with his blurry vision. He cupped his hand to collect water and then threw it on his face. He did for enough times to wake himself up and then drank the water directly from the tap. He stood there for a while, eyes closed and caught his breath. The boy stayed with him the whole time. When his breaths were somewhat normal, he straightened his posture and turned to face the boy. His face was still a little blurry but he locked his eyes on the guy and gradually his vision cleared. Toby. Toby. He murmured. His voice rough because of the dryness of his throat. Zadkiel, you could've died. Toby showed his concern, frowning at him. I am dying. Zadkiel chuckled at him. He was so used to saying this sentence that now he started finding it funny. Is this the reason that you have a short lifespan? Toby questioned putting his hand with the syringe and the bottle in the air to show Zadkiel. No. It's not what you think. Zadkiel mumbled before pushing him aside and walked out of the bathroom. Every bone, every muscle, every organ, every joint, every cell in his body was in agony but he had mastered not to show it. Then what is this? Toby followed him out, burning holes in the back of his skull. You saw me there right? I was almost dying in there but this injection helped me get back on my feet. This is a prescribed medicine. Zadkiel lied professionally as he walked further into the room to grab his toiletries. So, this is medicine? Does Father know about this? Toby wasn't buying it. He was sure it was some kind of dangerous drug, considering the condition he saw Zadkiel in, a few minutes ago. He gave this to me. Go, tell him if you want to- Zadkiel's words stopped when he saw the huge hump under the blanket on Abel's bed. He rushed to him and removed the blanket. Under it, lied a beaten Abel with fresh bruises and scars over his body. His face had a small gash over the bridge of his nose and few scratches all over his face. Oh my god. He gasped looking at the condition of his friend who looked like he was almost dead on the bed but Zadkiel could hear a light thud of his heart. Abel, what happened? He questioned, whispering as if the loud noise would disturb the lad but Abel was unconscious. I brought him here. I found him on the floor right outside the punishment' room. I asked Sister what happened and she told me that he was watching porn last night in the computer lab. Toby explained as he sat on Zadkiel's bed. Zadkiel frowned because Abel never did this before. He knew there was more to this. I took him to the medic. They cleaned him up, stitched him and gave him sedatives. He won't open his eyes for the next 16 hours. Toby spoke. Zadkiel looked at him and saw that he was still holding the syringe and the bottle. Toby, throw that away. It's harmful to you. Zadkiel spoke, pointing towards the hand in which Toby was holding the objects. Toby placed it on Zadkiel's bed before standing up and glanced at him. I hope what you told me is true and you're not into substance abuse because I wouldn't want you to die today instead of tomorrow. Toby gave him a small smile before leaving him alone. Zadkiel sighed and averted his gaze at his best friend's unconscious figure. He pulled up the blankets and tucked him inside. He kissed his temple and got up. He picked up the used syringe and the empty bottle from his bed and threw them in the dustbin after breaking the needle of the syringe. He gave one last glance to his best friend's lying body before heading out of the room, straight to the backyard because he knew the time for breakfast was over. There was no use in going there now. He was about to step out in the backyard when the familiar feelings of euphoria hit him. All the hair on his body stood up and his heartbeat increased. He smiled and inhaled deeply. The familiar intoxicating scent in the air made him almost lose his balance. He stopped right there and turned around to go to the front door of the building. His steps were hurried and his strides were long. He felt like he was on walking on the clouds. He even forgot that he was super speeding in the hall until he had to slide against the floor to stop himself when he reached the front door. As soon as his eyes landed on Irvin who was doing nothing but standing by his car, seeming lost in thoughts, he ran so fast that it looked like someone fast-forwarded a movie scene. He sprung on an inattentive Irvin who for once seemed confused but in a moment nuzzled his face in his mate's neck and inhaled deeply. He missed him and he couldn't put it into words that how much. Zadkiel nuzzled his face in Irvin's neck as well but this time when he inhaled Irvin's scent, he pulled back so quickly that it was impossible for a second to tell what even happened. Irvin's eyebrows knitted together, forming lines on his forehead as he stared at his mate's face who was staring back with a scowl on his face. He knew he owed his mate an explanation and he was here to give it to him but he could tell that there was something else that was bothering Zadkiel. He was ready to tell Zadkiel everything. From top to bottom, left to right, A to Z. He was ready to vomit it out but the next words that left Zadkiel's mouth made him think otherwise. Why do you smell like me? Best novel online free at novelhall.com
