Our Secret.

Our Secret.

Rema Chan

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Amanda Fuentes is just poor and responsible girl. She will meet Jasmine Go. A popular, rich and many achievements in life. They will be friends. But unexpected happened Jasmine will die. After that a black mail will make Amanda suffer. Not emotional but also physical.

Our Secret. Chapter 1 Prologue

"That's all for today's class, see you tomorrow."

That's the cue for our class to dismiss. But I don't want to stand in my chair. I don't want to go out in this classroom. I don't want the class to finish. Because I don't want to know what will happen to me after this. But I don't have a choice. Absent-mindedly, I put my things in my bag. And I feel a cold gaze towards me. I close my bag as fast as I could then stare back to the cold eyes.

He is Third. One of the famous boys in our Academy. He just stared at me with a bored look. Don't worry, I feel the same towards you Third.

"Follow me," he commanded me. I really don't want to follow but as I said I don't have a choice.

He walks in the pathway with chest out and stomach in. What a boastful man that keeps my nerves boiling. I just follow him behind. He is not that handsome. Also his skill in basketball is so-so. I really don't know why he is famous. I think he use *gayuma*, a love potion for girls to keep them in love with him. That's the only reason why they are so inlove with him. And also I know him a lot. He is not kind nor a gentleman. If you're not interested enough he can't look at you. Even in one glance, that's how he does towards me every single day. But today he looked at me, because his girlfriend instructed him to bring me to his girlfriend's house.

His girlfriend, Desiree, wants to talk to me. But I don't know if in a calm way of speaking or in yelling? When she yelled at me last day, at the rooftop. I know her with hiler bad attitude but after that incident I look at her like a demon. That girl thinks she's the most beautiful girl in the whole Academy. She also wants to be Miss Academy, a pageant in my school. And I am not sure if she will win. All students in the Academy think she's not pure when talking about kind things. Also she's not that pretty nor intelligent. And I don't think she has talent.

Me and Third are now in the parking lot and still walking towards his car. Will he drive me to Desiree's house? Maybe, because I don't have a car nor know where Desiree's house is. We stop in a red, sparkling sports car. What a beautiful car. Where on the earth did he get this luxury?

"Hop in," he demand

I just follow what he says. And he drives like this in a race. Crazy diver. If we had a car crash I would kill him. I watch him as he enjoys driving fast. I am curious why Third always obeys his girlfriend? I remember when Third and Jasmine are still together. He agrees to what Jasmine says. And now he has Desiree on his side and still he is complying with his girlfriend's demands. But whatever Desiree will say later I hope my patience will be long. I don't want to slap that girl. That's her territory and also she has a problem. And also I don't want to tarnish my good reputation in the Academy.

Many turns before we finally stop. And I see a big, beautiful modern house but this house can't make me awe. Because Jasmine's house is better. Jasmine's house is like a palace. Making you feel shocked, surprised and excited at the same time. So of all the houses that I've seen, Jasmine's house is greater than.

Desiree's house has a guard. And when the guard looked at Third no question needed as he just opened the gate for us. It is so obvious that Third is always going there and everyone knows him. As he steps inside the house I see many maids cleaning like there is no tomorrow. We climbed up stairs and he did not bother to look in Desiree's maids. What b*st*rd guy. I just bow to the maids and greet them 'good afternoon.' They greeted me back and followed Third as he opened the door.

"What did you do to my brother?"

Dumb found what I heard from Desiree as a step inside the room. She doesn't have manners to offer me a seat nor ask me what I want to drink. Also no introductions like 'good day' or 'how are you?'. She just jumps in the climax and just shouts what she wants to say. But I know her so much but I am still shocked. A rich girl promoting kind things in the Academy doesn't know what is kind. She just have a b*tchy attitude.

"I don't do anything," I said with my still voice.

"Liar. You said you also received the black mail. Then where is it? I want a proof."

She says that with an exaggerated tone as always.

"I throw it already. Because as I say at the rooftop. I thought it's a prank" I say with my coolheaded.

"You're lying. Okay Mandy, I will forgive you this time. Just give back my twin brother, alive and no scratch," she demanded.

If I am the one who captures her twin brother I will kill him with no hesitation. And the reason is Desiree's annoying condition. She's demanding even though she is not in the right position. But I am not a killer nor a kidnaper. I breathe in and out multiple times so my nerves will relax.

"Desiree, think carefully. What is the reason why I will abduct your brother? I am not his enemy for being school president. And if your reason out is I am close to Jasmine and I am the black mailer. Remember Third and Derek is the most close to her. We, you and me are just in circle of friends but not close friends," I explain length to her.

"So you want in a hard way don't you?"

She's using a mocking tone to me. And she never listens. She just wants to follow her wants and doesn't bother to hear any other suggestions. Even if it's the right decision.

"Okay, my parents have reported my brother missing to the police. And we already gave the black mail to them. They will trace you and put you in jail. And we will sue you. And no matter what you plead, we will not stop until you will get a whole life sentence."

She's crazy. She's like talking garbage. All that comes out of her mouth is garbage.

"Got that? Go out to my house. I don't want to see your face ever again," she said in vex.

I go out to her room and keep my composure at peace. I don't want to storm out and slap her all the way. I know she can't fight. She just cried in her boyfriend's arms. She just talks crap but can't fight. She got an ego to say that in my face. Even they give the black mail to the police I will not be track because I don't do that sh*t.

The door opens and I see Third looking at me like I am an insect. If I am an insect for him, then for me he is a disease. He is holding a healthy body until the host dies. What a sucker.

"I will drop you where you can ride a jeep."

He did not bother to listen to what I said. Like his b*tchy girlfriend. He just walk passed by me and walk straight to the stairs. I just chase him even I don't want to. It's so satisfying if I see him rolling down these stairs. As he promised he would drop me where jeeps are passing by, public transportation. I don't know how much the fare and where I will stop. Because this is the first time I went here in Demon's lair. I will just ask the driver later.

Right now, I am at the front of a house that looks haunted. It has a very creepy vibes that can make my bones shiver and also it's been very dirty for many years. It has a gate that has been locked but the fence is destroyed so the lock of the gate is not useful anymore. I hear something, like a creaking sound. I did not pay attention to that sound. Because I don't want an abandoned house plus the creaking sound in one. The creaking sound is continuously with a knock. The jeep is so slow today. Please jeep I need you right now. I don't want to listen but I figure out the creak and knock has patterns. Three creaking sounds, then three knocks and then three creaking sounds again. It's repeating. I am questioned right now. Is that a ghost? A ghost that has a pattern? Is there a ghost that knows the pattern? And also I think that pattern is familiar? Is that a morse code? SOS in morse code?

Because of my curiosity, I abandoned the jeep that I have been waiting for ages. And go inside the horror house. I follow the sounds. They say curiosity kills a cat. But I say I am not a cat. So here I am in the back of the creepy house. I believe the sounds are coming from the underground. Because I just found out that there is a door at the back of the creepy house that I guess is underground.

"If there is a human being there please knock two times," I shout.

I think I am crazy shouting like that. I have so many what if's right now. What if it's not a human? And thank goodness it knocked two times. Yey I am not crazy. Wait, that's the person below. I immediately open the door but it's no use. I think it's locked from the inside or whatsoever. I observe my surroundings then I see a big rock.

"If you're near the door, please step aside. I am throwing rocks to destroy the door," I shout out of panic.

I count to 30 to be sure that a person is stepped aside. Then I throw the rock with all of my strength. The door is not fully destroyed but it makes a crack. I kick the door so it will fully destroy. I kick and punch until the hole in the door is the size of a human. So I can enter freely. Then I see the stairs going down. It is dark so I use my phone and open the flashlight. I observe the scene and I notice a teenage boy that has rope on both his hands and feet. He also faced down. He looks at me and I witness there is a handkerchief in his mouth and he's crying a lot. I walk fast into him. I untie his hands but it's so hard. We were in a desperate situation so I cut the tie using my teeth. After I cut the tie in his hands he wanted to sit up. I helped him. He unties his mouth right away. And I untie his feet. This rope in feet is not troublesome so I untie just using my fingers.

"Are you okay Derek? Who did this to you? Are you in pain? Did you eat already?" I ask Derek continuously.

Yes I found Derek. He is alive.

"Mmmmm," he whimper

I notice that his neck has been slashed and has dry blood in his neck, clothes and even in the handkerchief in his mouth. I am horrified by what I saw. His neck's been wounded directly in his Adam's apple.

"I-i will call for help. Ambulance and police."

I really don't know what to say and what to do. But just tapping my phone with my hands is shaking uncontrollably. I feel sorry for Derek and afraid that he is in danger. I need to find help fast. Because I don't know what will happen to Derek.

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