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

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Night had fallen and the Derricks were having dinner at our house. I had some black soda, yes, it was drunk here, not like in the movies where they pretend to drink water and be happy for the rest of their lives.

As always, and for sure, Denzel Derricks had sat next to me.
"How was California, Reed?" Denzel gave me a look, he had on his red cap and jacket. I rolled my eyes and started cutting up the piece of chicken that looked too delicious on my plate.

“We've had a lot of work lately, but luckily, I had the chance to come visit Dad.” Tyler smiled proudly.
“And how are you doing, Denzel?” He took a sip of his wine and set it back on the table.

“Me and Anne have returned to the school newspaper, the director considered us as a healthy newscast.” He looked at me again. “I told him about Rebecca and he said he could come back when she was ready.”

“That is magnificent!” This sucked.

Just thinking about my mom and Tyler Derricks leaving their fluids on this table made me sick.
"Excuse me." I got up from the table in disgust, Denzel followed me and we headed towards the kitchen. I couldn't help but start crying.

“What do you have?” Derricks asked.

“I don't have anything.”

“Of course. When a girl says no, she means yes.” She lifted my chin. “Are you going to tell me what you got?”

"I don't like the idea of ​​going back there," I admitted. “I don't trust anyone, not even you. I'm afraid that when I get back... that when I get back my diary will be published again... and I hate the thought of knowing that my mother and your uncle are having sex at the table I eat at... I can't stand it, Denzel . These dinners are just charades, she only eases her pain of being alone.”

"Do you think I like my life? It sucks, in case you haven't noticed, Rebecca. All I have is my uncle, but that idiot sitting there is a hypocrite. I grew up with it, and it's been shit ever since.”

I recharged in the refrigerator.

"And no," he added. “I didn't think you were running off with that asshole who claims to be your boyfriend, Rebecca, at all.”

"I'm not your problem. I clarified. “I've never been.”

"Of course you are my problem." He leaned closer, his nose nudging mine, but he didn't kiss me, he just breathed on my lips. Every time I fuck you it's my problem. “When I see you cry it's my biggest problem.”

“What happens here? Reed's voice interrupted us. “Stalking the girl, Denzel? Just leave her alone.”

“Whatever is between me and Rebecca is my damn problem, Reed. Do you want to go away and leave me with my girlfriend? My heart skipped a beat hearing it.”

 Did Denzel Derricks call me "his girlfriend"?

Reed chuckled, then looked me up and down. I was wearing a black dress and had my black curls loose, and at that moment, Denzel took my hand.

“I understand.” Told him “I'll leave them alone.”

“It's best you don't tell anyone, Reed. I don't want any inconvenience.” Derricks threatened.
"I won't, but I want something in return," Reed mentioned.

“Because it does not surprise me?” I jerked out of his grasp. “What do you want?”

"I want your car," Denzel laughed.

“That 's it? Take my stupid car.” Reed watched us carefully, Denzel handed him the car keys and then left.

That had been too strange.
“Why did you do that?” I searched his eyes. “You didn't need…”

"It's just a car, Rebecca," he said. “If it's for the time we did it in my car…”

“What did what?”

My mother appeared.