Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: 445-The Traumatic Life Of Our Stepsister

Norman:

For a good few seconds, I forgot to move a muscle. It was as if she was speaking another language. My mind went numb, and I could tell my brothers were too stunned too. But someone had to wake up so that Helanie could be saved.

She was shaking so miserably, looking so innocently broken.

"Helanie, let’s go home first." I knelt down at her side, holding my hand out, but she shook her head.

"Don’t touch me," she warned me, gripping my heart in her fist.

"I will scream and fight this time," she added, her eyes widening. Three whole days with so much trauma, with no food and no warm clothes. I could only imagine how she must have felt.

"What is she talking about? Could it be that she hallucinated everything due to the cold and stress?" Maximus asked Emmet and Kaye and then knelt down beside me again. His words didn’t sound like a question, more like a request. He was waiting for any of us to tell him it was just a nightmare.

"I remember," Emmet suddenly shook his head and then pushed me out of his way, making me sit on my ass on the ground while he took over.

"Helanie, did one of them tie outside?" he asked her, sounding like himself again.

I began to share eye contact with my other brothers as if they were also catching on to something important. Emmet knew about everything. But what exactly? Does that mean—Helanie had a secret, and this is what it was?

"Don’t touch me," Helanie warned him, and his body tensed up. I could tell he was not taking her rejection well. He looked so worried that his body was emitting an aura of tension.

"Okay, everyone, we have to do this," I said to my brothers, making eye contact with Kaye, who was staring at Helanie.

"Kaye," I snapped my fingers and found him shaking his head to bring himself back to reality.

"Huh?" He placed his hand on his chest and rubbed it. "What do you want?"

He wasn’t even looking at me. Almost like he was waking up from a slumber and trying to gather what his feelings were.

"Kaye, that thing—" I eyed him, mouthing the words so that Helanie wouldn’t see it. She looked traumatized and ready to fight. I didn’t think she was able to differentiate between past and present right now. She was stuck in whatever trauma she was talking about.

"The intoxication," I eyed him.

"Hmm, take it." He looked through his pockets and handed me the needle, not even focusing on anything.

"Kaye, you’re supposed to help me with this. The other two can’t focus on anything; they’re too caught up in why Helanie is reacting this way to them," I tried to get Kaye’s attention, even standing up and walking closer to him.