All Chapters of My Roommate & I: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Wakey wakey, sleepy sleepy,” Raihan said, shaking me awake.“We’ve only got a week before campus starts. Let’s make this one count.”“Ahh, Raihan, I’m still so sleepy,” I groaned.“I’m counting to three. If you’re not up by then, I’m getting a glass of cold water — and it’s going straight on you.”“Ohhh god, can I just have a moment? Please?”“No, you can’t. Let’s go out — I’m sick of staying indoors,” he said.“Okay, okay, you win,” I muttered, dragging myself out of bed.“Good boy”, he said , patting my head with a kiss.I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes, last night still sitting heavy in my chest — the photographs, the documents, the missing box. All of it.But Raihan was already moving around the room, full of energy, completely unaware.I forced a smile and stood up.“Let’s bathe together this morning,” he said. But I shook my head.“Why?” he asked.“Nothing… just not in the mood,” I said.“Okay,” he said, and left to bathe.It wasn’t even up to a minute when he call

LUCAS “How the hell did someone get into my office and scatter everything?!” Mr. King shouted, waking the whole house and ordering everyone downstairs.“Let’s go see what’s happening,” Raihan whispered. “And Lucas — don’t let your face give you away. Don’t make him suspicious. Okay?”I nodded.He took my hand, and we walked downstairs together. Everyone was already gathered — even the staff.“Be calm,” Raihan murmured under his breath.“Someone went into my office and took something,” Mr. King said, his voice cutting through the room. “Whoever it is, come out now and explain yourself — before I make things get out of hand.”I was already shivering, but Raihan held my hand tighter.“Are you going to show yourself and hand over whatever you took, before I involve the police? I won’t spare anyone — I mean anyone,” he said, his eyes landing directly on me.One of the maids stepped forward. “I saw Master Lucas outside the office a few nights ago,” she said. “But I’m not sure if he took a

LUCAS…“Where do you think you two are going?” Mr. King said, stopping us as we packed our luggage to head back to campus.“Dad, are we supposed to stay here forever? Of course we’re going back to Silvercrest. We’ve already overstayed our holiday, and lectures start soon.”“Do I look like I care about any of that? What concerns me is my box. Nothing more,” he said.“Dad, how can you be so selfish? Didn’t you hear the officer say those two were criminals — that they might be the ones who took it? So why are you so bent on throwing my friend under the bus? Huh?”“Who knows if he’s working with them? He could be a criminal too, just like—” He stopped himself. “Lucas’s fath—”He paused.I thought he was about to say my father’s name. Or maybe I’d just misheard him.“Dad. Is there something you’re hiding from us?” Raihan said slowly. “You were about to say something about Lucas’s dad, and then you stopped.”“Dad — do you know Lucas’s father? Did you two work together, as partners or someth

LUCAS... The door slammed open before Victor could crouch back down. "What part of get me my box was unclear?" The voice — my father's voice, wrapped around words that felt nothing like him — cut through the room like a blade. Every man straightened. Even Victor took a step back. "Boss, he claims he doesn't have it, that the King house—" "I don't care what he claims." The man crossed the room in a few long strides and crouched in front of me himself, close enough now that I could smell something faintly familiar — cologne, maybe, or just a memory my mind was desperate to attach to him. "Look at me." I didn't lift my head. I couldn't. He grabbed my jaw, forcing my face up the way Victor had, except this time it didn't feel like cruelty for its own sake — it felt purposeful, like he was studying me. "You have her eyes," he said quietly, almost to himself. Then, louder, sharper: "But you're wasting my patience." "I'm telling the truth," I whispered. "I don't have it. Nobody

LUCAS I sat back down on the bed, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders, and Raihan settled in front of me, taking both my hands again like he had before we were interrupted."Okay," I said, my voice steadier now than it had been an hour ago. "From the start."I told him about waking up tied to a chair, the cigar smoke, Josh and the water. I told him about Victor — his name, his voice, the fact that he was the same person who'd been calling and threatening me for years, ever since the night my parents died and I... and the man who broke in.Raihan's jaw tightened at that part, but he didn't interrupt."Then someone else came in," I continued. "And I heard his voice before I even saw him. My father's voice, Raihan. Exact. I know what my dad sounded like, I'd know it anywhere, and it was him." My hands were shaking again just remembering it. "He knew things — about my parents, about me. He said he'd known both of them. Personally.""But it wasn't your dad," Raihan said quietl