Curiosity dragged my feet towards the door, nosiness made my hand turn the knob. Locked. Definitely not a bathroom then. What the hell would be locked up in a house everyone had been stuck in for years? Didn’t they know everyone’s secrets?

Obviously. Because Felix knew Theo and I hooked up, before we even made it to the living room. Luther had told him, without asking. Just like that my anger was back, clouding my vision, pumping hotly through my veins. Fucking Felix. I should’ve known he thought himself to be king of the castle by the way he sat in the chair while he explained things to me in the dining room, or the way he held court only minutes ago. My thoughts repeated as I stomped up the stairs. I was surprised none of the guys tried to follow me, but they probably wanted to give me some space. If I had seen my face when I left, I would have probably given me space, too. I couldn’t believe the other two went along with what he was saying. Sheep.

Fraternizing. Fucking. Sheep. I climbed to the top of the stairs, a long hallway stretching both ways. Doors lined either side, some open, and some closed. I picked a direction and walked, trailing my hand along the smooth wallpaper. Every so often, there was a slightly darker patch of wallpaper, rectangular and perfect, as if a picture had been removed. Weird. If I was trapped in a house for the rest of my life–which I was–I’d want the pictures to stay. Memories of better times. Didn’t surprise me in the slightest Felix didn’t give a shit though. Ass.

I passed a bedroom with a messy, unmade bed and a few pairs of pants tossed around. Theo’s, if I had to assume. The lack of shirts sold me if nothing else. The bedroom across the hall was slightly tidier, but still lived in. Stacks of books sat on the end table next to the large bed. Another thick stack was piled on top of the old dresser. Luther’s room. I hadn’t spoken to the older man much yet, but from what I knew of him, this had to be his domain. The next bedroom seemed untouched. A bay window identical to the one downstairs hugged the wall–this must have been the bedroom in the gable I had seen outside. The bed was made with tight hospital corners, and the drapes were tied back neatly. If I had to claim a bedroom, it might as well be this one. I sat down on the bed, flopping backwards and closing my eyes. I suddenly felt absolutely exhausted. If I kept my eyes closed, I was certain I could sleep for twelve hours. How much time would I be able to sleep and pretend I wasn’t in this situation?

“What the hell are you doing in my room?”