𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"I'm sorry. I let my emotions get in the way. As I said, there's a time and place for conversations like these. We can talk once we get you out of there. Call me in the morning and let me know how it's going. Goodnight, Vee. Over."

"Goodnight. Over." I repeat the last line while turning off the walkie-talkie. I rub my forehead from the oncoming headache.

I don't need to be thinking about her or any of that right now. I need to be concentrated on finding that key.

In the meantime, I stand up and place the walkie-talkie behind the bed out of sight. I walk slowly to the door and unlock it while gently easing the door open.

I shut it slightly behind me and start walking down the hallway. I have no clue where Ghost's room is, but if I can find it tonight, I won't have to search everywhere for it tomorrow and risk being caught when they're awake.

As I see some doors cracked open, I peer inside seeing pitch black, and sigh inwardly while walking down the hall once more. Once I bypass a few closed doors and a few opened ones, I decide to flee back to my room.

At least I might be able to pick apart the bedrooms tomorrow, but it'll be risky for sure. My headache grows when I turn on my heels and walk back in the direction of my room.

However, while passing a now-opened door with the lights on, I hear someone call my name as I walk by the doorframe.

"Vee," he says again. I put on my fake act and backtrack my steps where I see Ghost sitting on his mattress with a gentle expression on his features. "Sit," he pats the space beside him on the bed.

Trying not to show my nervousness, I walk into his room, noticing the small lamp next to his bed and the few clothes and shoes lying around the room.

I know they must make this place their hideout when they're here in the city. It doesn't look cozy whatsoever, but it's easy to tell someone crashes here at times.

"Do you remember our conversation at the warehouse when I told you a lot about myself?" Not sure where this conversation is going, I nod my head while taking the seat and directing my eyes on him.

"Well, if you remember it, then I suppose you also recall what I asked of you, right?" When he says that, I shake my head no.

"I can't remember a lot at the moment. I'm sure I will eventually, but with everything that's happened recently—"

"Of course," he cuts me off while patting my hand. "I'll refresh your memory. I told you that one day, I'll be expecting a little truth out of you. Well, that day is here." I feel his hand slightly tighten over mine when he stares into my eyes with that fake grin.

"What kind of truth do you want, Ghost?" I ask, trying to laugh away my nerves, but when his other hand touches my cheek, it causes me to freeze and the laughter fades.

"Oh Vee, I think we both know what you're hiding from me. I know exactly why you've been scared around me, why you've been trying to put on an act, and why you're sneaking around this late." He begins with a devilish smirk spreading across his lips.

"What are you—"

"We both know what you're really doing here, so save your breath. You won't find it here, Vee. I suggest you go back to your little room and get some sleep while you still can. In the morning, I'll expect a full story on how Acid got you out of prison and what you're doing with a walkie-talkie. Go get some sleep, and I think it's in your best interest if you tell me the truth now that I've come asking for it. Until the morning, Vee." He says while my heart pounds in my chest.