Chapter 9

Bryan's POV

My teeth clashed in anger and my mind seethed with rage as I stormed out of the house, leaving Emelda still standing in shock.

I knew my words cut through her but I didn't mind.

It was a dumb idea agreeing to whatever my grandfather had told her.

I pushed the door leading to the stairs open with such force that it slammed against the wall, sending a reverberating noise across the empty stairwell.

Still enraged, I take the stairs, two at a time, my footsteps echoing in the dank and dingy stairwell.

As I rounded the corner to the ground floor, my hand brushed against something sticky and rough. Realizing it was a cobweb, I let out a cry of disgust. The cobweb dangled like a ghostly specter from the ceiling.

Filled with disgust, I furiously shake my hand, wiping the cobweb's residue on the almost rusted metallic rail.

"Disgusting," I muttered under my breath, my irritation boiling over. “This place is a dump, just like everything else in my life right now.”

I stro