Outsiders Chapter 2 Audio Mga Nobela at Kwento

As my hands crumble together, I ask. Nobody is speaking up anymore. The air sinks into the silence until it becomes frightening. "Henry!" I murmur in the dark, where everyone loses control and begins to escape. Some urge me forward as the foreign hand grips mine, sparking hope in my heart. The back shadow becomes more visible, and I realize it's not Henry. I beg him to let me go, but I'm helpless since I'm now attacking my nape and my mouth, and my consciousness is lost in the thin air.

I wasn’t looking so bad after all, he made me more embarrassed that day and I won’t forgive. I placed my hand on my wet hair shaking my head profusely to get the thoughts of Robin out of my mind. Think about Hinn Carlos or something else, Ivana! I growled at myself and crash-landed on my bed. I was still murmuring something about my empty stomach when I heard my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID with smiles on my face and answered the call. “Hello, Hinn.” “Hey, Can you step outside for a bit?” Hinn said from the other side of the line and I sat up on the bed, surprised. If he meant to step out that means he is outside the mansion.

Hopefully I wouldn’t have to stay here any longer, doing nothing and absolutely bored. I hope he is okay! I thought. Just then, I heard loud noises. I stopped to listen. It sounded like lots of people speaking and yelling at the same time . It sounded like riots and protest. It was coming from outside. I peeped outside the window in my room that was facing the gate and tried to get a glimpse of the commotion. I could not see much because the walls surrounding the mansion were so tall; it was like a fortress.

"I’ve got the bolt-cutters." The chapter closed with the sound of the pack talking once more—a rhythmic, vibrant noise that was anything but orderly, and exactly what the world needed to be.

I bit my bottom lip hard to stop myself from crying out loud. I waited. My heart beat so fast it hurt my chest. One minute passed. Five minutes passed. The heavy silence was the scariest part. I just sat in the dark hole and waited for the bad men to come. Then, I heard it. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I heard heavy boots walking on the frozen dirt outside the cabin. It was not just one man. It was many men. They were surrounding the small wood house. CRASH!

My chest heaved with the effort of my screams, each one tearing at my throat, each one a desperate plea for freedom that would never be answered. Then, just as the last echoes of my outburst faded into the thick, heavy air, I heard it. A deep, resonant growl from upstairs, a sound that wasn’t quite human, yet undeniably alive. It vibrated through the floorboards, through my very bones, shaking the foundations of the big mansion.

He felt his blood turn cold. He didn't rush forward. He hid in a corner and waited until they had gone inside a room upstairs, then quietly took the stairs to that floor. Faint laughter and suggestive whispers could be heard from within, shattering his last hope. Two hours later, the pair went downstairs. With arms wrapped around each other, they seemed reluctant to part at the entrance. Tommy stepped forward with his phone raised. "Olivia! Julius! You shameless adulterers!" Their faces drained of color. Olivia instinctively shielded Julius behind her. "Tommy, I can explain—"

Then aligned. Just enough. And the words slipped through. “…don’t…” My breath caught. “…trust…” The word dragged. Warped. But unmistakable. My fingers curled tightly. “…them.” My chest tightened sharply. “No…” The audio continued. Broken. But clearer now. Because I knew how to listen. “…they’re… watching…” My pulse spiked. “…not… from outside…” The sound twisted. Strained. “…from inside…” A cold weight dropped in my chest.