My Hockey Alpha

 Chapter 105 Healing Touch

Nina

“My name is Nina Harper. I’m a student at Mountainview University. Edward is a liar, and werewolves are real. Enzo is a good man, and he came to save me…”

As I whispered this mantra to myself, I finally, slowly but surely, made my way to Enzo’s door. I pulled the paper out of my hand and uncrumpled it, straining my blurry eyes to read the numbers.

On the paper, there was a list of four different numbers.

“Seven… Three… Nine… Zero.”

I punched the first number into the door and bit my lip, watching with bated breath and letting out a disappointed sigh when the light blinked red on the keypad. I glanced both ways over my shoulder again, groaning quietly as searing pain overtook my injured neck, before I tried the next number.

“Eight… One… Two… Five.”

I waited again. The keypad blinked red again.

It had to be one of these numbers, right?

“Five… Four…. Six… Nine.”

As the light on the keypad blinked red at me for the third time, it almost felt as though it was mocking me this time, as if to say that I was a blundering idiot for thinking that Edward actually had the real codes to our prison cells written on a scrap of paper in his pocket. Surely Edward was too smart to do something as simple as that.

Still, there was one more code on the paper. I took a deep breath, glancing over my shoulders again with the fear of seeing Edward sprinting down the hallway to tackle me constantly looking in my mind, before I punched in the last code.

“Eight… Nine… Zero… Two.”

in my throat, my fingers crossed in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, the final code

light on the keypad blinked

“Fuck!”

hope I had to get Enzo and I out of here, and none of them worked. There was no doubt in my mind that Edward was watching all

my throat. I backed up against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest. As the tears started to flow, I could feel their salty sting on my swollen eye, but I didn’t care. Surely, the pain I felt now would be nothing compared to the pain I would feel when Edward returned — and it would especially be nothing compared to the pain that poor Enzo would feel because of my actions. I knew that Edward wouldn’t make Enzo’s death quick; he would make it as painful and slow as possible, because

myself as I cursed myself for ever coming to this school to begin with. Maybe, if I hadn’t come here, none of this would have ever happened. Enzo could be safe right now if

echo in my head

“Check again…”

out loud. “What do you mean?

She didn’t answer.

off of the floor. I held it up close to my one good eye and squinted as

of these work…” I whispered once more. Another tear rolled down my cheek.

I could see that some of the numbers were written in a slightly different colored pen. Were my eyes deceiving me? I gripped the paper tightly, my brow furrowed,

“Seven… Two… Four… Nine.”

forming in my throat. No, I thought to

But it was.

bright, beautiful green. I clapped a hand over my mouth, suppressing a scream

I saw the scene before

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