Lucky Number 23 by Krystle Able

Author:Krystle Able [Able, Krystle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I left the girl still unconscious in Lucky's old bed after I was sure she would be okay, and that the ill effects of the hypothermia were being kept at bay. She could wake up at any time; however, so I locked her inside the room before I headed back downstairs to the kitchen. I was starving and had missed the dinner date I was supposed to have gone to hours earlier. Twelve text messages on my phone let me know that I wouldn't be seeing that girl again, but I didn't have a use for her anymore, now that number twenty-three was locked upstairs in her predecessor’s old room.

I headed back down the patient stairway into the kitchen, but rather than go back down to the basement I headed through the central part of the manor. That part of the house was so different from the upstairs where the patients were housed. The ceilings were high, and the grand staircase in the foyer was still the most beautiful showpiece of the home. The walls were light grey with white trim—my mother’s idea. The Victorian era manor was modern and bright inside the house, unlike the yellowed exterior that was covered in brown moss under the piles of snow. My mother hated the dark Minnesota winters and wanted to make sure the inside of her home felt bright and comfortable. The sterile look of everything reminded me of a doctor’s office. My father was an actual doctor, well, a psychologist, but his study looked anything but clean.

I stopped in front of the French doors that opened into Dr. John’s study. I stared through the frosted glass like I did as a child and tried to decipher what was hidden behind the doors. I knew now, of course, but I still got nervous each time I had the wrought iron doorknobs in my hands. This room had been forbidden to my mother and me; only one other person in the house had ever seen it beside my father.

I pushed open the doors and stepped inside. The musty smell of old books and mildew made my stomach turn. I had only been in the study a few times since they arrested my father and took me away. I spent two years gone while the house sat empty. I came back to yellow crime scene tape, a leaking roof, and a brand-new outlook on life. I fixed up the roof, got rid of all the tape, added my kiln and turned the outbuilding into a furnace for my glass, but I never did clean up father’s study.

I learned more in those two years than Dr. John had taught me in my entire life, and I had been using my gifts well. People from all over the world were buying my glass pieces. I was more well-known than the infamous Dr. John, and the women I cured didn’t end up lost in the woods, they were made immortal. I provided them with the only thing that could cure them—death.

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