Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (classic reads .TXT) 📖

"Shut your mouth." I turned around.

“No problem!”  he yelled into the distance as we walked away.

“Do you believe him?” Anne wanted to know as we walked away from that damned house.

Thank you, lovesick research, without you I would not have cleared my doubts.

“Of course I don't believe you. I'm sure it was him or one of his other friends. But what I do believe in is Joe. I want to hang him.”

(...)

Once in my room, I picked up the phone, and was about to call Denzel when images of Alessia at his house and him drunk flashed through my mind. That message that had come to him the other night must have been from her.

I lay down on my bed and turned on the television.

This was me and my normal. For one day, doing almost nothing, I felt free from all those thoughts that imprisoned me. No Denzel, no Joe, no anyone...

But only until I heard ripples coming from the first floor of the house. I cracked the door open, and for a space, I caught a glimpse of my mom and Tyler Derricks kissing. They were too drunk.

“Where do you want? Upstairs or on the table?” I heard him say it and almost threw up.
It can't be that my mom and Tyler Derricks were going to fuck at the table I eat at.

I locked the door and let myself fall in pain. It can't be that my mother is capable of doing this in the house where I sleep.

I took my cell phone and put on the only song I wanted to listen to.

“This hurt that i'm holding's getting heavy, but i'mma keep smile on my shoulders 'til i'm sweaty…” I began to sing Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray, the same song we used to listen to when we were in the car. Denzel.

The sound of a calm voice would calm the screams...

(...)

My mother was sitting as usual in her chair, carrying her newspaper, her cup and her glasses. This sucked.

“Good morning darling.” I heard her say.

“Where did they dump the fluids, in this part of the table or in this?” My mom spat out her hot coffee and widened her eyes.”Don't bother, I will not eat breakfast at this table of sin today.”

I didn't allow her to explain herself and left the house, where Denzel Derricks was waiting, leaning against his red car. I adjusted my ponytail and put my hands in my pockets.

"What the hell do you think this idiot is doing?"

“Hello Rebecca.” Denzel was wearing a blue sweater and his black cap. Why do you look so handsome dressed like that, Derricks?

“Hello, maniac.” I kept my composure of irritation, he moved forward and was going to kiss me but I looked away. “You're with Alessia.” I added.

"That doesn't mean I can't kiss you." It made me furious, but I didn't want to show him anything. “Isn't that what you did with Joe? Didn't you fuck him and then come with me?” I raised my hand and slapped him.

Slapping felt like shit, not satisfying like in the novels.

Derricks started to laugh, his cheek was red.

“What are you laughing at?”
“No problem.” Spun around.  “Do you want to go up? I want to take you to breakfast, I see that it did not go very well with your mother. You have coffee on your clothes,” he pointed out and then got into the car.

Stupid, he was right.

I don't know why, but I got in the car.

"It's just because I'm hungry," I admitted, but he was still laughing like a maniac. I know he was planning something in his sinister little mind. But what was he hiding?

I didn't avoid turning to look at him while driving, it was sure he was crazy, but he had conquered many parts of me and I couldn't easily escape from him anymore. Rebecca is falling in love and seeing him doesn't help at all...

“You are thinking of me?”

"I would never think of you, idiot." Denzel parked the car at the restaurant where we'd had our first "date" and had wild sex. This restaurant has endured a lot.

We both got out of the car, I felt the cold breeze pierce my skin pores. I don't know how he stayed so perfect whenever it was hot or cold, or if a storm was collapsing Seattle.

Yes, I admitted it, I was thinking about him.

"Rebecca?" echoed a voice behind us.

Joe was with a blonde girl.