The Fourth Closet Graphic Novels & Stories

When I turned back to face Julian, he seemed hesitant to close the door. We didn’t have time to waste. The longer he waited to close the door, the more likely we would be caught in this hallway. I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and closed myself into the closet. The door had slats in it, on a diagonal facing downwards. I was confident that I was fully hidden in the dark, but I could see outwards okay enough. Mostly, because of the downward slant to the slats, I saw Julian’s shirt and his legs and feet, but it was comforting that I could see even that much.

I say giving her a hug too before turning around and walking to the room I was staying in. I get in shut the door and walk to the closest. I take a deep breath before opening the door. The scent of my guys hits me full force and my knees almost buckle. I take another deep breath in letting their scents calm me. When I’m calm enough I walk in and grab the first shirt I see on the right and the first pair of basketball shorts I see on the left. At the very back of the closet was women’s clothes. I carefully walk towards the back feeling a prickling of hurt in my chest. Why do they have women’s clothes in the closet if they don’t have anyone?

I played a section of the audio clip that I had been recording since the beginning. [Brother Fab is indeed fabulous. Even the mighty Ms. Jefferson is completely under your thumb!] [“Ms. Jefferson? She’s nothing. Back when Brother Fab was lending money, he could have any girl he wanted. Now, that’s what I call a good life!”] Upon hearing the audio clip, Tiffany’s mind was instantly transported back five years ago. She was grabbed by several masked men and was nearly violated… Yet, she refused to believe it had anything to do with Fabian.

After waiting for what felt like ages, with no clothes arriving, I decided to explore his closet to see what would fit me. The wardrobe was predominantly filled with formal wear, royal garments, and neatly hung button-down shirts, all of which were much too large for me, even though I was on the thick side. But I continued scanning meticulously, not wanting to disorganize the perfectly arranged closet. Finally, after several minutes of looking, I came across a shirt that seemed about the right size. It was adorned with a smiley emoji and the words "Smile for me, even when you're sad" printed above it.

she giggles, the sadness quickly morphed off her face. I go into the bedroom decorated for two little girls, and Tris shows me their closet. To my surprise, there are a lot of clothes in here. I’m so shocked that the girls have an entire wardrobe, but the issue immediately makes sense. Most of the clothes in the closet are flowery, but I can tell a man definitely chose these outfits. It’s very masculine in here, and Tris’ outburst adds up. As I start sifting through the different bathing suits that are the size of the four-year-old, I hear her start to giggle. I whip my head around, at first fearful she’s doing something bad. But she just giggles into her hand.

That darker note underneath that I can’t name without my stomach tightening. I start rifling through hangers. Black shirt. Black shirt. Another black shirt. That tracks. By the third drawer of his dresser, I’ve lost hope. Socks. Boxers. Undershirts. All practical. All his. In the fourth drawer, tucked into the very back corner like something hidden but not thrown away, I see pink. It’s such a violent color in this room that it almost feels like an intrusion. I pull it out slowly. It’s a blouse. Soft. Lightweight. Pale pink.

“Add fresh towels.” Steph nodded, quIetly busyIng herself. I turned to the closet. My closet. My secret. Hands trembled as I pressed the panel, heard the slIght scrape of wood shIftIng. And there It was—my only freedom. My sketches. My paIntIngs. Faces caught In strokes of charcoals and Ink. Eyes that actually saId somethIng, In a world where no one could. I pulled them free, clutched them to my chest. Pages that smelled of grafIte, of stolen hours under candlelIght.

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

He was a well dressed man, so I wasn't surprised his closet was beyond immaculate. I tiptoed around in here like it was a museum, but thankfully I found a small spot for my things, a set of drawers tucked away in the corner of the room. The top drawer was for my underwear, a perfect hiding place for my notebook. After placing the notebook underneath a few pairs of undergarments I gently closed the drawer. I felt a sudden sense of relief, my secret was safe. Now that I dealt with that it was time to get dressed... ...

He's still a person to and it wasn't fair that he even had to do this. "Close your eyes please" I tried to persuade Four who was currently at his desk after he refused to put on the blindfold I had suggested at first claiming that in case of a pack emergency he needs to be on alert at all times. "What for?" He asked again leaning back in his chair. "It's a surprise for a reason please it's in the kitchen" I reached out grabbing his hand trying to pull him up before he completely said no. He rolled his eyes letting me pull him up and drag him to the bedroom door when I turned around and signalled for him to close his eyes which took a few more seconds and a convincing smile from me to do so.