Chapter 47

Miguel's POV

His words made no sense whatsoever to me.

I don't understand why he will ask me to run out like that, and what did he mean by me regretting ever coming here?

I never came here to be precise, I was brought here when I was unconscious.

I took a step closer to the struggling Damien; I have to save him from Donald who looks ready to kill him at any given moment.

"Don't take a step more."Donald  warned the moment I stepped closer  "barely restraining myself is really difficult  talk more of doing the same to Damien. We're hanging loosely on a single worn thread," he clenched his jaw as if in pain.

What's wrong with this two today?

why are they behaving so oddly especially Donald?

Why did he tell me not to take steps closed to him?

is he trying to kill his brother?

and to him am a hindrance?

I shook my head.

that can't be true.

The Donald I know will never, and can never think of harming an ant talk more of his brother. 

No, there must be something behind his strange behavior, there's something more to him behaving exactly like he's doing now.

I took a step, then another, then ano_ 

"if you really want to leave here as you're now, you better not take any more step forward,"  I heard Daniel speak at my back.

Turning towards him, I was met with an almost pale face, he too was acting as his brothers were.

Taking stock of my shorts ( what on earth are they looking for there?

although I won't mind them touching me exactly at the place they're all staring at).

His eyes became almost golden, the blue of his eyes were blazing almost like an inferno.

"You have to leave now,"he  held unto the door as if for dear life; his knuckles as white as a vampire's face.

I can clearly hear his breathe from where am standing, his body wasn't sweating, it was dripping water.

The sweating was beyond what I know is possible; turning towards the others on the floor, I was met with the same panting sweating figure as the one standing in the door.

Them being like this made them look too identical a person that doesn't know them will think they're one person in three places.

"On the third door by your right when you leave this room is our visitors room, you can bathe..... and ch...change there."  Daniel rasped, holding the door like no man's business.

I looked up at him, confused at his words "if that's the visitor's room, then what's this place?" I thought they brought me to their visitor's room.

 "It's our room,"  he clenched his teeth in pain.

Their strange behavior is getting out of hand.

I don't know what to think of what they're doing here.

One minute they're perfectly fine, and another minute they're acting like a person diagnosed with a terminal sickness.

"What's wrong with you all?" I stood there more confused than I've ever been in life.

I can't explain the reason for their actions, what brought about this strange behavior of theirs is still unknown to me.

"We will be fine of you do as I said,"  his veins were all prominent, have he grown taller or is it my eyes fooling me?

He looked taller than his normal height, it must be theit strange illness that's permeating my brain.

"What exactly is wrong with you all? maybe I can help?" am not beyond finding a solution to whatever strange thing that might be wrong with them.

What will I  gain if my objects of fantasy dies before I can fulfil one of the many fantasies I planned?

His eyes perked up at my words "oh yes you can help,"he  smiled, bit the smile wasn't as friendly as the ones he sends my way whenever he's teasing me.

The smile is almost predatory; it's the type of smile a wild animal gives it's smaller prey before making quick work of the unfortunate animal.

"Don't you dare!'  Donald spoke up, with his teeth still clenched tightly "he's too innocent for that,"he  glared at the person in question.

Now they're getting me more confused the more they spoke; the more I try to understand, the least I actually do.

"Innocent?"

what did you mean by that?"

can their problem be all that personal?

is it too much of a secret for others to know?

Donald looked up at me with pleading eyes, his eyes was saying what his mouth couldn't bear to utter "follow the instructions Miguel,"his  eyes were pleading.

I humphed " okay since you asked so nicely, I will do as you asked of me, but I won't promise not to ask questions later."

I gave him a pointed look " you all are acting as suspicious as a rat guarding a fish."

" that's exactly what we are. We don't want to eat the fish put into our care. That's why we asked you to leave."

I walked out the door pass a frozen Daniel.

when I walked past him, he exhaled till I walked past him.

It was as if he doesn't want to perceive my scent, a sharp contrast to what he usually does.

He love to inhale my soothing sense as he called it.

I hated it when they do that, but now I crave their nose 

on the sensitive part of my ears.

I walked into the room they instructed me on, the room was as pristine as a hospital.

Its colors are really bland, but I have a bed that can serve multiple purposes.

Lying in the bed, I drifted off to sleep momentarily forgetting all about a clean up of my dirty linen.

My clothes being dirty isn't one my problems, it's no more a problem as my lack of sleep is.

I slept late last night because of the time I wasted on my convincing of the triplets to sleep with me on the same bed I was lying on.

The time it took to convince them is the time I wouldn't have used for sleeping, but they didn't.