We all have stories we won't ever tell
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I opened my locker and I saw a beautiful envelope decorated with black roses. The first person that came to my mind was Bradley, he must have kept the paper in my locker to impress me. I opened the envelope and when I read the content in it, all hope was lost. It wasn't Bradley
I couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking me. My heart was racing and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save me.
But no one would know someone was there. A choked cry for help forced itself up my throat, and I felt a drop run down my cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the road for me.
Everything that was light, that made me see clearly, that made me kept going became dark and I couldn't see anything that surrounds me and if I take one more step I might be falling into the hands of my enemies. That means I couldn't trust anybody anymore.
During lunch, I went to the garden to have a quiet time alone. I was avoiding Bradley and I wasn't ready to face him. I tried convincing myself that I didn't have feelings for him that it was just an illusion.
"Hey! Have been searching for you and why are you ignoring me?" He said with so much hurt in his eyes.
The last thing I wanted to hear was his voice. I didn't need him to complicate things for me at that moment. I wanted to say something but I couldn't. I was scared of what to say to him.
"Fine! I get it. If it was about the kiss I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed you" he said as he looked at me with so much sadness but yet I wasn't saying anything to him.
"Just say something, your silence is killing me," he said to me with so much agony but yet I wasn't speaking.
The next word that came out of his mouth shocked me.
"I love you, Grace"
I was forced to speak up, it was wrong for him to love me cause I couldn't love him back.
"You can't love me, Bradley just because of that one kiss doesn't mean you should love me," I said as I turned my back on him cause what I was going to say was going to hurt him and I didn't want him to see I was hurt too. "Bradley, I don't love you and I will never love you. So stay away from me and act like none of this ever happened" I said as I walked away in tears without turning back.
At the end of the class, I went home without talking to anyone or looking straight into their eyes. I felt like if I do so, they would know my secret and maybe hate me too.
By seven thirty I took an uber to the grand nightclub. The ride was damn! Slow I needed to see who wrote that letter to me.
Finally! We got to the club and I wasted no time in entering the building. I saw a man wearing a black shirt, black jeans and black glasses as described in the letter.
I went to towards the man sitting at the corner, where there was no much light illuminating the area. I sat down with the little confidence I had in me.
But when he pulled off his glasses I lost my confidence. I was shocked to see the man right in front of me. The man I kept running away from and kept avoiding, knows my darkest secret, Mr. Frankie my literature teacher.
He looked at me with an evil smile. Then I understood why he said what he said. If I could remember vividly he said: "running away from me is like running away from your shadow". That means he has been following and watching me.
I was so confused and lost. How does he....how does he know about everything, maybe not everything but he knows something. Something that will ruin my entire life.
"I wanna help" he finally spoke to me.
"Help me do what?"
"Help you out of this mess, I know you're going through a lot, let me help you"
"I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine! Can't you see that I don't need anyone's help to be okay?"
"I literally believe there is a story behind that scar on your neck"
"And I can clearly remember I told you it was nothing"
"If you say so but why does Jenny have the same mark?" He took a deep breath and continued"two girls were found dead and they had this same mark. Are you saying it a coincidence?".
For a moment I was speechless and out of words. Was that even possible? The Grace I know always defend her self, at that moment I thought of something to say to the pervert in front of me.
"How do you want me to know? I got my scar when I was bullied by some ingrate in junior high and I wasn't strong enough to defend my self because I was defenseless"
He brought out his phone and started fidgeting some things on it. Then he brought forward his phone and show me a picture of Lucifer? That monster that ruin my life. But I wasn't gonna act as if I knew him.
"Do you know this man?" He said looking straight into my eyes, like as if he could see through it.
I took a deep breath and I made sure my words came out as real as possible.
"No, I don't," I said calmly.
"Are you sure?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm your professor "
"Why don't you focus on only that, instead of you prying into my personal affairs"
"I'm only trying to help and I also work with the police officers"
"I guess you should work on only finding this man, not prying into people's business. As a matter of fact, why are you so interested in finding this man that's probably walking around like a loosed dog?"
"A few years back a girl was found dead and it was said that she was raped after her body was inspected. And not only that, we found this exact same mark on her neck".
I was so confused after he made his explanation. But the question is why was he looking for him?
" Who is this man ?"
"He was the brother of the girl found dead"
"Why are you looking for him cause I don't understand?"
"Cause I feel he has something to do with this mark on your neck"
"I'm done listening to your rubbish and I hope you find a quick solution to your problem," I said as I try to leave but I was interrupted by him, on my way out.
"Just know I'm always available to help when you possibly need me".
I walked out of the building and soon, I found my self letting out a loud cry. I had a huge chance of getting out of my own mess. But I was scared it was all a trap. I was scared he was gonna kill my loved ones and I will be left with nothing.
That fear was still in me and it was like an unbreakable chain. I was letting him win again and I didn't know how to make it stop.
Something keeps telling me to go back and tell him the whole truth but something else keeps stopping me not to.
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How did you feel after reading this chapter?
Do you think Alexandra is making a big mistake by not speaking up?
Obviously, she is making a big mistake, but let hope for her that, it won't be too late for her to realize this and finally accept the fact that she needs someone's help.
Well let see how this goes😁
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