Cain Dear Door Novels & Stories

Jane heard the new call to look up, seeing who they had come to collect the lighter indifferently replied: "Is it here?" "What's going on?" Jack asked him, but in response he was just silence. Jenny next to him saw that, dirty hands up hesitantly. "Can I say it?" "You tell me." Kevin looked at her interestedly and said, his cousin had never stood so close to a woman, but when he came to see him his eyes he looked at this girl very differently every time. Jenny changed his timid face earlier, pointing to the people struggling on the ground, angrily condemning.

Ryker continued to speak, hoping whoever was inside would help him. "Now what do I do?" Cain was panicking, if he didn't answer the door, Ryker will not leave because it's raining and he won't leave until he checks the inside of the cabin. Cain thought that maybe Ryker was suspecting Cain to be hiding in the cabin with Kathleen. He walked back to the bathroom and opened it to get the lady out, "Come, if you didn't follow my instructions, I'll kill you and that girl," he warned the old lady and dragged her out to answer the door.

Right now there was only the facts and the dark and the smell of old paper. Behind me, the door creaked. Cedar and iron filled the room, drowning out the smell of old paper. "What are you doing here?" Cain asked.

Salt air and no school and maybe room to say the things I need to say. Then Cain is already out of the car and up the porch steps before the rest of us have moved. My mother makes a sound when she sees the house, small and delighted, and Marcus squeezes her hand like he knew she’d do exactly that. I get out and stand on the gravel and watch Cain at the door. He knows which key. He doesn’t check, just picks it and puts it in. The door sticks at the bottom and he pushes it with his shoulder without thinking, muscle memory from a hundred other summers, and then he’s inside.

Typical. 'Kaia?' A soft nudge brushed against my mind. A second later, a knock hit the wood of my door. "Yeah," I grunted. Toothpaste bubbled in my mouth, white and foamy. I leaned over the sink, spat with a loud plop, and wiped my chin before padding barefoot to the door. Cain stood there, his brown eyes tight with a worry he couldn't quite hide. "Everything alright?" I asked, stepping back to let him in.

A door banging against the concrete wall as boots come stomping between the cells. Cain’s looming presence appears outside the door, growls filling the space in Theo’s cage. Scurrying like a crab, I try to put space between myself and the predator hunting me. The fear that had subdued listening to Theo’s stories have returned, making it harder to breathe. “Hate to break up the reunion,” Cain sneers, unlocking the door and stepping inside. “But Dove and I have an appointment.” “No,” I refute, my head shaking furiously, making my refusal quite known. “Don’t come near me.”

I moved down the quiet hallway. Room 407 was scribbled on a plain black door in gold numbers. I stared at them for too long. My hand shook when I raised it to knock. It opened before I could. Cain stood there, tie already loosened, top button undone. The room behind him was dim. He didn’t smile. “You came,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. I stepped inside anyway. The door clicked shut behind me. “This is stupid. I told myself I wouldn’t.”

I nodded at him and he turned the handle and pushed the door open. We stood there in the doorway looking into Cain's office and I felt all the nervousness from before come rushing back. Whatever Cain wanted to talk to us about it must have been important if he had sent someone to find us specifically. I just hoped it wasn't bad news because I didn't think I could handle any more bad news right now. Ryder stepped through the doorway first and I followed close behind him. The office was large with tall windows that let in plenty of natural light and there were bookshelves lining two of the walls. A massive desk sat in the center of the room and behind it was Cain.

Dangerous. “Open the door, Adrian,” the man on the other side said. “We need to talk.” Adrian’s stomach twisted. He recognized the voice. The man who had barged into his home earlier. The man who had made everything worse. “I told you we don’t have anything to talk about,” Adrian growled, his hand tightening around the door handle. “So you can either leave, or I’ll make you leave.” The man’s laughter filtered through the door, a cruel, mocking sound that sent a chill down Adrian’s spine. “I think you’ll want to talk to me, Cain. Unless you want the mess I’m about to bring to your doorstep. That includes your little friend.”

Cain's POV Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door. Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream.