My Hockey Alpha

Nina

When I returned home that night, I locked myself in my room and got to work scouring through Justin’s patient files. I stayed up all night poring over the files until the sun came up, but there wasn’t anything in the folder that could outright prove that Edward had given Justin the Mad Wolf serum or that he’s done anything sinister to him. I felt as though I had hit a brick wall; in the same way that the police were no help when I tried to go to them about the stalker, they would certainly be no help now if I showed them a benign patient file. If anything, I would be painted as the bad guy for sneaking into Edward’s house and stealing the files, and alerting the police would probably only make Edward cover his tracks even more.

It was almost as if Edward intentionally set all of this up, knowing fully well that no one would believe me if I tried to turn him in to the police.

I was at a dead end.

The only mention of anything even remotely sinister was a single hand-written note mentioning that Justin was “resistant to treatment” and that “alternative treatment may be necessary.”

Who would believe that anything about that note would be evidence of an evil school counselor?

At some point, I must have fallen asleep at my desk, because I woke up sometime in the afternoon to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I had a pounding headache and drool was pooled up on the papers in front of me.

Groaning, I sat up and wiped the drool off of my mouth with the back of one hand while closing Justin’s file with the other before groggily calling out, “Come in.”

My door creaked open and Jessica poked her head in. She looked around for me, her eyes narrowed, before she finally found me and gave me a confused look. “Jesus,” she said, coming in the rest of the way and walking over to me. “Did you sleep on your desk last night?”

I nodded, nonchalantly shuffling some papers to hide Justin’s file. “Yeah. I forgot I had an assignment due last night.”

appearance as I stood and walked over

I asked, my

so I wanted to ask if you’d like to come to a party at the cabins tonight,” she said. “You don’t have to

gonna be there?” I

it matters, but pretty much everyone

gather some information… Maybe I could even figure out a way to get Justin so that I could question him, or

said, spitting out my toothpaste and mustering up the best smile I could manage despite my state of utter

…

vodka to get the night started, I scanned the party, looking for Justin. He was standing

the loud music, I made sure to always keep Justin in my peripherals. He wasn’t acting particularly strange in any way. What if I was too late? Did Edward cover his tracks already?

and out into the woods. He

This was my chance.

the music, who nodded drunkenly before I jogged off after Justin. I wasn’t sure where he was headed, but he seemed to be walking briskly, like he was deliberately headed somewhere — and despite the fact that I saw him drink a copious amount of alcohol, he

phone in the darkness to try to get a good picture or video, but it was as if he knew, and he picked up his pace. Eventually, I was running after him at full speed as he ran

“Justin!” I called.

stiff and calculated, like he was a robot who had been programmed to run this very path a million times before. Beneath the moonlight, as the