Submitting novel Chapter 18

I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times to find myself in my room but with the lights off which never happened before. For some reason, they were always kept on making me think that they cannot be turned off at all. 

The night glowed outside and shined in through the glass windows and inside the room, making things barely but enough visible for me to walk towards the door. My hand felt cold against the warm doorknob as I frowned and realized that I didn't know they had a centralized heating system either. Why were things suddenly changing?

I turned around with my hand still secured around the knob, eyes searching and confirming that I was indeed alone in the room otherwise I wouldn't have made so far across from the bed without being interrupted. 

The wooden floor whispered in squeaks underneath my feet as I made my way towards the staircase. It was hard to forget what I saw. I knew now that Dimitri's odd behaviour was triggered only because of the accident that happened here. The door behind the wall. 

He wanted to distract me and he did do it very cleverly. I had no memory of going back up the stairs though so it meant that I fell asleep. Strange because I have always had a hard time doing so. I didn't like the second answer I came up with either. He must have drugged me somehow because there was no way I would have let myself off guard around him.

He was clearly hiding something.

The quiet house was drowned in darkness except for the dim moonlight that hardly made anything visible. My only assist was the sense of touch as my hands slid against the walls, using them both as a guide and a support while I limped my way across the wall. 

Dimitri was hiding something and Ivan knew what it was. His cryptic hints were impossible to crack but I would have never imagined a room behind the walls. It was straight out of a movie, one that doesn't exist in real life. Then again, I'm sure that the situation I was in didn't exist in movies either. 

I would have completely missed the stairwell in the darkness if it wasn't because of the starkingly bright warm light coming from the hidden door which was now open. Frozen, I stood there, contemplating my next move. It was a trap, it had to be a trap, I will get caught. 

Liza might be in there. 

After all that I went through as a result of my foolish mistakes, I was not going to jump into something without a plan or precaution. There wasn't much I could come up with at that moment  except for a diversion that would give me enough time to finish my doing and stealthily make my way back to the room, in the bed, under the cover. Like I didn't move at all.

It was a wishful thinking. A little win that I wanted for myself after all the fails that I faced consecutively. I desperately needed this to work not only to get a step closer to Liza but also for me, so that I know and believe that I can do this. That this is not and will not be my life for however long I live. I needed this very badly.