Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: 226-My Stepbrother Thinks I Will Take His Help

Helanie:

We didn’t get in our uniforms because the warden told us to come for breakfast in our most comfy clothes. We all gathered in the hall, the empty seat beside me still vacant for Lucy.

“Hello everyone, good morning,” Norman walked in, his long strides explaining he was stressed out today. He wore gray pants and a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to show his huge biceps.

He was running a hand through his wet hair as if he had showered in a hurry. He looked around quickly to pass a stare at everyone to check on them, but once his eyes passed me, he did a double take before he nodded his head to himself.

“An incident happened here last night. It was an unfortunate one,” he started, and I clutched my sweater tightly in my fists. My hands were shaking, my arms folded over my chest. I bet I even scratched my skin while grasping onto my sweater under my arms.

I had a feeling he was going to give us the bad news about Lucy. I wasn’t ready to hear it.

“We know you’re all upset and worried. Probably even waiting on the news. I wish I had good news to tell you–” As he said till that part, I dropped hard on the chair, sitting with such pressure that everyone turned to me. Everyone else was standing except for me now.

Norman stopped talking and pointed towards me, “Get her some water.” He walked over to me, almost like in an emergency, gesturing to the others to get out of his way.

“Helanie, please calm down,” Lamar sat next to me, watching me hyperventilate.

It was becoming real.

I had seen it in my dreams once. I saw someone jump off the top and it happened. How did I never think about keeping an eye on Lucy after she started acting weird? Why did I leave my room last night?

“Helanie!” This time, it was Norman who was speaking with me. He had pulled a chair in front of me and had sat down with his legs wide spread to fit the tiny chair.

“Look at me, you are fine,” Norman whispered, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Get her to drink some water.”

Lamar quickly nodded his head, grabbing the water glass from Penn to make me drink a sip or two. But I kept dodging it and hiccuping. I felt like I wanted to cry so loud that I’d bring a storm, but I was stuck in myself.

I was stuck in so much guilt.

“Lucy–” I whispered, my eyes on Norman now.

He gave me consecutive head nods to console me, “She is alive. Okay? She is alive.”

He said, making sure I heard him right.

“But you said you don’t–have good news,” I frowned, still taking deep and heavy breaths.

“Yeah, because she is still in the hospital. If you are feeling fine, I will continue the announcement. Is that okay?” One could tell Norman was not good at comforting anyone. He was always in a rush, making it appear as if he wanted people to calm down the minute he told them to calm down.

“Okay?” he asked again, and after I nodded my head, he cleared his throat and got up, sparing the poor chair.

“Lucy will be fine. We assure you that we will provide her with the best care. There will be no more classes till we have taken care of some security around the hostel, especially the rooftop and the areas around it,” he explained.

He was also worrying about the wrong part of the hostel. It was the tenth floor that they needed to work on.

“With that–we hope you guys have the best time in your packs. Keep an eye out for the notifications from us. We will let you know when you can return,” Norman finished his announcement, and everyone seemed pretty relieved that they didn’t have to stay in the hostel for some time.

“But make sure you go get your homework and assignments today before parting for home,” Norman added.

As everyone began to approach him with their queries, I got up to leave. I found Lamar coming after me because he always did.

“Helanie!” he called, and I stopped in the hallway, watching his face with no enthusiasm.

“It wasn’t your fault. You took good care of her. Besides, it was the tenth floor,” he nodded his head in a way that told me it was his way of telling me that he believed me when I said there was a tenth floor.

“Where are you planning on staying?” he asked. I remembered he also told me last night that he had never set foot in the apartment he got for his sister. He just couldn’t, also because his pack members saw him weirdly.

Even when he was innocent, they just felt like he was an easy target to blame for what happened to his sister. Many still believed he sold his sister to pay off his debt to the drug dealers.

“I don’t know,” I replied since I genuinely didn’t know. We were both homeless, but at least he had a pack to return to.

“You can come to my pack with me,” he insisted. But I knew it would cause him so much stress since everyone would think he brought a new victim.

“Let’s go pack our bags. We’ll see what we can do,” I replied lifelessly, and before he could really walk away, I added, “We’ll pack Lucy’s bag too. Who knows, she’ll wake up and ask us why we didn’t take her bag along?”

I watched him stare at my face with his eyes wide open.

“I know she’ll be very upset,” I added and noticed Lamar looking behind me at someone. I turned steadily and noticed Norman towering over me.

“Sir, she hasn’t cried a tear,” Lamar complained.

“I see. Okay, you go ahead and pack your bags. I will arrange a hotel for you to stay at,” Norman shocked me when he showed he could be concerned about someone too.

But was it really helpful to take his help?