No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 61: And here’s my lifeline

Howie took a deep breath while pretending not to notice the visitor who put him in his current state of mind. He wants to laugh out loud right now; it’s been days since he last laughed, and he didn’t want to either.

To say that he is not the type to laugh at other people’s stories, and here he is almost hysterical at the idea of what will follow. When he laughs most often, it’s partly because of the twins, but after a few days, he is almost back to the way he was before. He’s silent, an almost unbearable and suffocating silence.

He’s cynical and almost bitter, but Bravael and his dad keep fooling around all day long like kids, so they keep him on the right track with their stupid stories and squabbles. They keep him from sinking into the darkness that awaits him.

Fortunately, there is El, with whom he feels more or less well, even if he is an actual pain in the ass, a scoundrel wound in his life. Between them, they know this is not what will kill him; he has seen worse.

For a few days, he has thought this must be what it feels like to have a brother, and he likes the atmosphere even if he would never say these words out loud. He doesn’t want to be the reason for El’s silly smile.

The visitor, a little shy and perplexed by the attitude of the person who opened the door in a rush in front of him, remained standing, grinning as hell as if he were invisible; the poor thing didn’t know what to do or what attitude to adopt.

Since he feels that Howie isn’t going to let him in or give him a look, he begins to recoil as a wave of panic starts to take over his body and brain. Howie’s attitude makes him even more nervous, and he usually doesn’t react that way to him.

"Hey, calm down!" Howie hastened to intervene, who finally realized that his behavior in front of him may have destabilized him and made him even more nervous than he was when he arrived here.

" It’s not against you, big boy. I was only thinking about how life smiles at me by sending you here. The minute I felt your presence, I felt my burden lighten since there’s someone to share it with now. "

While talking to him, he slowly bends himself toward him to seem friendlier and less threatening until he crouches down to show him that he is not a danger or a threat.

Then, the wolf calmed down. He lifted his beautiful gray eyes to Howie. The latter smiled at him, raising his hand to stroke his head, which he advanced towards him obediently.

"I see why he compares you to a giant malamute." You look like one with your behavior, my furry little friend. "

"Come on, come in, big boy." You’ll have to relax a little to shift into your human form."

"I must warn you if I make any weird or inappropriate comments while you’re here. Don’t take it personally. I have nothing against you, OK? "

While talking to Theo, who showed up at his door in his animal form, he strokes his head as he slips his fingers through his silky fur. His mind is a little elsewhere, though.

"I believe that someone here will be even more delighted to see you, even if he tries to deny it and pretend that you are bothering him, but don’t worry, he has done everything not to give in to the temptation to lurk around your house like a thief."

He straightened up to let Theo pass, who had come through the back door. The latter entered the house at the same time they heard someone tumbling down to the first floor like a madman or someone who had the devil himself in his pursuit before landing down the stairs, unable to wait any longer to descend them one by one.

He lands almost in the middle of the living room on his two feet, then sits up. He begins arranging his messy hair and outfit to keep them looking spotless and undisturbed.

There is no way he will look like a careless punk in front of him while trying to remain as calm as possible, as if no one heard all the fuss he made.

He wasn’t out of breath from his mad dash against himself. It was a trivial exercise compared to what he’s used to and what his body can endure for someone like him; he has excellent stamina.

But for some reason, he can’t keep calm, he can’t find the normal rhythm of his breathing, and he feels like he’s about to pass out from the shortness of his breath.

He bent forward, placed his hands on his legs, and took a deep breath.

"For God’s Sake! May I know what else is going on?" Marc shouted from the final landing of the stairs, putting both hands on the glass railing. His head tilted to get a better view of the whole living room.

He had to leave his room, hurrying to follow El’s frantic run, with the two new boarders timidly following him. They want to know what’s going on, too, and at the same time, they tell themselves that it’s none of their business.

They didn’t want to get involved in all the fuss since they’d had enough of it the past few days.

But curiosity and distrust prevailed over good manners. They had had far too many frightening surprises in recent days to stay locked in the bedroom with those frenetic strangers they had just met.

At the same time, their mother was massacred in her house, which was well secured not long ago, without showing the desire to know what they had in mind when there was so much noise in the new foster house.

If another drama arises with these people, they don’t know the motive. They prefer to follow the fuss and witness the situation firsthand instead of listening through the walls.

And it’s always better to be in the front row of scandals or shows as long as you are only spectators. Perth came out with his brother at his tail, who he dragged behind him as usual, serving as a shield. They were all in socks.

"Oh, OK, well, there we go!" Marc exclaimed, "That was all that was missing."