Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: 220-In The Dark

Helanie:

I couldn’t make Lamar speak with me. And in anger, I just didn’t want to request a talk with him either. Lucy returned with more food and sat in the bed to eat alone with a smile on her lips.

I wanted to speak with her, but she looked so comfortable that I felt guilty for almost trying to make her cry over the injustice that happened to her. But since it was too early to do so, I decided to give her a day. She would probably be herself by the morning. Denial could be dangerous.

I lay down in the bed after Lucy was done eating, and we both fell asleep before I woke up in the middle of the night at the sound of the door closing. Rubbing my eyes to confirm, it was Lamar who had left.

The night was still not over, and it was only 12:15 a.m. I guess I will take a walk near the library. The warden told us the library would be open till morning so that those agitated wolves who wanted to go out at night but couldn’t anymore have somewhere to stay awake at.

But since nobody liked the library as it didn’t help an agitated wolf, I planned to go there. I didn’t have a wolf, so I guess I would find something to read and spend time with. I had no clue where Lamar had gone, probably to some girl’s room to get the heat off and change his mood.

Once I was on the ground floor and was about to enter the library, I realized somebody was already there.

Storming inside, I began to reach the last shelves where a little light was turned on. However, it was a flashlight that went out instantly after my footsteps became too loud.

I knew who it was.

I could hear little sobs from the corner right beside the last shelf. There was just a little space by the wall where he had fit himself perfectly and was sitting on the floor with his knees curled to his chest.

“Lamar?” Even though I had never heard him cry before, I just knew it was his cries.

He stopped, and it was I who turned my flashlight on this time. It was indeed him, sobbing alone and looking so miserable.

“Hey,” I ignored everything else and quickly sat down beside him.

“Are you okay?” My question made him point at my flashlight; he wanted to sit in the dark.

Before putting out the flashlight, I noticed the red hair in the plastic bag placed in front of him and his eyes fixed on them.

Once it went dark, he began to sob again. My heart ached every time he hiccupped.

“You know whose hair these are,” I commented, hearing his sobs die a little.

“Do you know her? Is she your—” I couldn’t finish because he was already set on responding to me.

“My sister’s.”

My heart sank in my chest when he spoke in the most painful tone ever. This was the first time he was talking about someone from his family. He never really mentioned or talked about his family. I even heard him whimper like a child before he sniffed and started cleaning his cheeks with the back of his hand. I could see him in the dark, even though not very well, but the small light from outside the window a little far from us made us not so blind in the dark.

“Oh! Does she like him—” Thinking about a girl, that too Lamar’s sister, in love with Rayden, was not easy for me.

She will have to face so much because of falling for the wrong guy. I had millions of scenarios playing in my head, but not exactly what Lamar was going to say.

“His victim,” my muscles contracted, and silence engulfed me. It was like he spoke something so horrific to me that I failed to respond.

“She was my everything, my only family. We grew up together in foster care. It was just her and me. We would cause so much ruckus whenever someone tried parting us. She was, umm—my father’s daughter with his mistress. But I didn’t care. She was my sister. I never saw her as any less of a family. After our parents passed, we were moved around from foster care to another foster home. Every time someone came to adopt me, I would yell and scream to stay with her. It was usually me who everyone wanted because I was a guy, and they assumed I would grow up strong. But I didn’t leave with anyone. I couldn’t leave my sister behind—she was my family—Helanie—she was my family.” His voice was so miserable that I instantly teared up but didn’t let the sobs reach his ears.

I didn’t want to intervene. I am not even sure how long he had been keeping all this in his heart.

“Where is she now?” I already suspected the answer, but I wanted to know how she was Rayden’s victim.

“I dug her grave in the mountains. I go there sometimes to speak with her. I even told her about you—I said—’Hey, I found someone just as pure as you.’ And then I couldn’t tell her what similarities I saw between you two because, look-wise, you two are completely different,” he uttered softly, but I knew what similarities he must have felt.

The smell of a victim is almost the same. The look on their faces and the broken dreams in their eyes are the same.

“She died—when and how?” I gulped, my heart racing in my chest. It was almost like I was asking about myself to him.

“She was murdered—she was killed in a way that—” Lamar started crying loudly now. I had to quickly hug him, but instead, he lay down and put his head in my lap.

He was all over the place, and I wondered what Rayden did to her.

“What was her name?” I asked just to calm him down, and his body relaxed a little.