253 Wrong person (1/2)

His heart began to beat wildly. He jumped down the window and once he got in his car, he skyrocketed out of there towards his house, their house.

Hope started to bloom. She must be there!

His car stopped in front of his house with a screech. He leaped out as the heavy rain poured on him and the lightning tore the sky in a blinding flash.

The lights in the house were on.

He clenched his fists tight as he took one long deep breath. He couldn't afford to lose himself here. His priority was to take Abigail back to the hospital. He needed to shackle his demons and keep from going berserk.

He opened the door. The house was quiet. Too quiet. He could hear the sound of his footsteps echo in the large living room. His ears were straining, trying to listen to other sounds that would indicate movement or life or something!

He looked up the grand staircase and ascended, still trying to calm himself down. He finally halted in front of his room. He didn't know what drew him back here. He didn't know why he didn't check her room first. For some reason, the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach led him here, in front of his door. He didn't know what he would find. He hoped to all the gods above and below that he would find her alive and unharmed.

He took another breath as he reached a hand out to the metal door knob. His reddened eyes were back to normal. He was calmer now.

He pushed the door open and it creaked ominously. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His body almost trembled as soon as his eyes adjusted to what was before him.

She was there, tied to a pole in the middle of his room. He could just make out her figure from the dim light of the candle. He saw that her hands were tied behind her back and that her head was hanging down, as if she was unconscious. His heart trembled and he wanted to go to her but he stopped himself, because as his eyes looked behind her, he saw another figure. There was a man behind her, a man whose face was familiar to both himself and Abigail. A man whom Abigail would have trusted enough to follow, to take his words as truth and not question them.

Alex knew how strict Zeke's protocols were at the hospital. Zeke was superbly skilled in all things technological. Alex also went through and double checked the systems to make sure it was robust and it would have been nearly impossible for an outsider to abduct Abigail. But this man wasn't an outsider. This man had come to him under the guise of wanting to help him but in reality, this man had done it so he could find out his routines, gather as much information as he could so that he could use all the things he learned to eventually turn on him.

It was none other than Xavier.

Alex mentally scolded himself. How could he have let his guard down? He had been around long enough to know that the people closest to you would be the one who would betray you. The last person whom you never thought would ever betray you, would turn out to be the one that would betray you the most. That was just how this world seemed to work. He did have that mantra in mind when he asked Kai to watch Zeke but it seemed he had given the order to watch the wrong person.

”You're finally here, Alex.” Xavier's voice was calm but emotionless.

Abi, who seemed to have dozed off, was awakened by his cold voice.