Secrets to Tell

Everyone has a secret that they would never tell a soul. But would you even consider it a secret if you didn't know it yourself?

That's the real question.

Nuala could barely remember her name let alone anything about her past after a car accident she was involved in. As stated before, she doesn't remember anything, she doesn't remember where she came from, or how she came to be in the accident. She only assumed that she was perhaps just crossing the street and an unaware driver realized too late that she was in the way.

Now she's starting a new life.

Living with 7 other people under the same room isn't easy when she's put into a foster home and is enrolled into a nearby high school.

As she settles in, she befriends a strange group of guys and girls that seem to enjoy her presence, and they somehow understand her on a level that she never thought possible. But she doesn't get it.

What do they know about her that she doesn't?

© Copyright 2014


9. 9. The Yearning for the Unknown

"You guys all set?" Mr. Andrews shut the trunk of the car.

"Yep we're all good dad." Vince said, helping Chantelle with the last of her bags. She had brought a lot more than she had need and it was a pain in the neck for Vince and Brenden to pack.

"Mom, do I really have to go with them?" Chantelle whined. Mrs. Andrews had told Brendan and Vince that they had to drive home with her since there wasn't enough room in their car for her to come with them. They were bringing back some extra stuff from the cottage, so it was taking up a lot of space in the back.

"Yes you do, now stop complaining and get in the car." Mrs. Andrews was using her stern voice that none of the kids ever argued with. Leaving Chantelle pouting as she stopped to the passenger door and slipped in.

This meant that Beck would now have to drive back with Audrey, Cammie and Nuala since Brenden's truck could only fit 3. He didn't really mind exactly, but he just wondered why Chantelle couldn't just ride with the girls, but he didn't feel like question Mrs. Andrews. He instead helped the girls pack up.

"I call shotgun!" Cammie yelled when they closed the trunk.

Everyone got into the car and got buckled in. Audrey at the wheel, Cammie in shot gun, Nuala and Beck in the back.

The ride back was filled with lots of talk, different conversations springing up one after the other in uneven patterns. It was like a weird bonding session for all of them.

"What's your number?" Beck pulled out his phone, ready to add her as a contact.

"I don't have a phone." She told him. She didn't want to ask Mr. and Mrs. Andrews for any more things. They had already got her clothes, given her shelter and food, she couldn't ask for anything more.


Nuala's brows furrowed. "What?"

Beck looked at her shocked. She didn't know what Facebook was? "What about twitter?"

"Don't know what that is either."

"Oh wow," Beck breathed. "Okay well what's your home number, I can call you."

That, Nuala knew. She remembered having to fill out a form for her home room teacher and the home number was one of her emergency numbers. She have beck the number, which he saved into his phone.

Beck finished adding the number and pocketed the phone. "When you get a phone, be sure to let me know."

"We're here!" Audrey called from the front.

Beck turned away from Nuala and looked out the window to see him house. I looked back at her and gave her a half smile. "Well, I'll call you later." He tapped Audrey on the shoulder to get her attention. "Can you open the trunk?"

She did.

He then got out of the car and got his stuff from the back before walking up the drive way.

Nuala watched as he disappeared behind the door and then turned to look out the other window. They were pulling out of the driveway now and heading home, which she soon realized wasn't all that far away from his house. Maybe about a block or 2 away.

Finally reaching home, she helped get all Audrey, Cammie, and her belongings out of the car and into the house. It took longer than she anticipated and by the time they were done they were laying on the couch with aching muscles.

Keevan walked in and began chuckling at the scene in front of him. "You guys are tired over a few trips from the car and back?"

"Hey it was like 8 trips each back and forth!" Cammie argued. "You'd be tired too!"

He rose his arm and began flexing. "Naw I'm a buff boy, I can handle carrying anything."

Audrey reached over from her position on the couch and poked under his ribs. He giggled and shrank away from her hand.

She smirked. "Yeah okay buff boy."

"Whatever," His stuck up his nose in the air in an attempt to brush off his embarrassment from second ago.

Audrey rested back in her earlier position and held her head in her hand, her arm resting on the arm of the couch. She glanced up at Keeven, a bored expression on her face. "So what do you have planned for tonight?"

He shrugged, "Homework mostly, how about your guys?"

"Gonna catch up on some reading." Cammie said. Reading was something she often did when she was bored, but when she was in the mood for it and got into her zone, anyone who tried to take her out of it suffered from her wrath. Seriously. Just ask Brendan where he got the scar on his elbow from.


Audrey spoke next with a shrug, "Probably just going to watch some TV."

"What about you Nuala?" Keevan asked when he realize she hadn't said anything since he had walked in.

"Huh?" She looked at him as though she had just noticed his presence. She was busy looking at a scar she had on the top of her hand which she had just noticed.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Nuala thought for a moment about it. "I guess homework, I still need to finish some of the English questions I didn't finish on Friday. How about you?"

He smiled at her. "Same actually, want to work with me?"

She nodded. "Yeah sure."




"That was really amazing what you did this weekend."

Nuala and Keevan were in the Chill Room working on homework over the small table in front of the T.V.

Cammie and Audrey were sitting nearby them. A book in Cammie's hand, and a bowl of popcorn in Audrey's as she submerged herself in the newest season of her favorite TV series; Pretty Little Liars.

"What was amazing?" Nuala was confused.

Keevan chuckled. He wasn't looking at her but his faced held an expression that showed that he was impressed. "How you beat Beck in that race." He flipped the page in the current book that his class was reading. An overly read book in most English classed. Lord of the Flies. "Like I've told you before, Beck is an incredible athlete, so that basically means you're even better than him and that's amazing.

Nuala blushed at his obvious compliment. She didn't know what else to say other than a quiet thank you.

"You don't sound all that happy about winning." This time Keevan looked up at her and rested his arm on top of his books and placed his chin in his palm. "Are you not happy you won?"

Nuala shrugged. "It's not that." She paused, not knowing why she hadn't reacted like everyone else. "I guess it's just that I don't see what's so shocking about me beating him. I mean I can't be the only girl or even person that has beat him."

"True enough I guess," Keevan agreed. She wasn't wrong at all. "But the only three people that have ever beat him in just about anything are Dominic Drale, Khaleb Montonire, and Samrin Edwards."

Nuala's eyes widened. "Really? Do they go to school with us?"

This time it was Keevan's turn to look at her shocked, his arm dropping from holding his head to laying play on top of his homework. "You've never heard of them?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Did you really manage to go through an entire week at Croswell High without even seeing, hearing, or meeting the golden trio?"

"Golden trio? They're really called that?" Nuala chuckled slightly at the weird name.

"Yes!" Keevan let out an aspirated breath. "They're the most loved and most respected people at the school." he began listing all the reasons why they were so treasured and idolized by their peers. "Top of all their classes, have made every single team, have been in pretty much every club at school, and are just downright the nicest people you'll ever meet. They're fricken legends Nuala. How haven't you heard of them?"

Nuala pursed her lips and looked down at her books with a shrug. It was getting more and more difficult for her to really fit in. She felt weird all the time. As if a huge part of her was missing, which it probably was, but it was very unsettling because she didn't know what was missing from her life.

She felt like she was always out of the loop with things. She was constantly a step or more behind everyone else when it came to news and even just common knowledge and hearing about this so called Golden Trio only reminded her more that she was so different.

Nuala thanked god that that had been the ending of that conversation and Keevan chose to change the subject, simply asked for the answer to 6. The rest of their little homework session went smoothly and soon enough they were done.

Nuala yawned and stretched her arms way above her head, her shoulders and back letting out a subtle crack in the process. She was ready for a shower after a long day and that was exactly what she planned on doing as she packed up all her books and shoved them in her bag.

She proceeded to go upstairs and got ready to take a shower in Audrey's shower. She was still waiting for her room to be finished and she was just happy that she wouldn't have to wait all that much longer. It was said to be ready by tomorrow.


When she finally finished taking her shower she could hear her name being called from Audrey's room and stuck her head out the door. "Yeah, what is it?"

"You have a phone call." Audrey's voice held a teasing tone and Nuala's brows furrowed.

She wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the washroom, her stringy hair dripping with water. Taking the phone from Audrey she brought it to her ear. "Hello?"

The voice on the other end spoke. "Hello."

"Beck?" Nuala said when she heard his voice.

She heard him chuckle. "I told you I'd call."

"And you couldn't have picked a worse time," She muttered. "Can I put you on hold for a second?"

"Yeah sure."

She put him on hold and walked back into the washroom, placing the phone on the counter before grabbing another towel to dry her hair. She then wrapped it around her head and walked out to the washroom to grab a pair of pajamas from Audrey's closet and a pair of underwear before walking back into the washroom to change into the clothing. She struggled getting into the short sleeve shirt with the towel on her head but after taking it off and having to put it back on, she got the shirt on.

When she was done she grabbed the phone again and brought it to her ear. "Hello? You still there?"

"Yes ma'am." He said back to her.

She smiled and walked towards the bed and climbed in. Looking around she noticed that Audrey had left the room and she was all by herself now.

"So how are you?" She asked. Small talk wasn't really her forte, but she was going to at least give it a try.

"I'm lovely, and yourself?" He replied.

"I'd say I'm pretty good thanks for asking.

"So have you finished the English homework?" She heard shuffles of paper in the background and assumed that he was probably working on the same work she had just been doing.

"Yeah," She answered. "Keevan and I just finished a little while ago. Having trouble with it?"

He cleared his throat and mumbled a maybe.

"I can help you if you'd like." Nuala offered.

He accepted her offer and they spent a couple minutes talking about the question that he had been stuck on, before their conversation changed and they began talking about a new topic completely.

"So then, my mom starts yelling at me because there's milk all over the counter and paper towel on the ceiling and it was probably the funniest memory I had as a kid."

Nuala was laughing almost uncontrollably as Beck told her the story of when he almost got away with telling his mom he was having a bowl of cereal when in fact he had been using the milk as a type of paste to see if it would make paper towel stick to the ceiling. He had almost gotten away with it too if it weren't for the one loose clump that had just happen to fall directly into the bowl of milk, making the milk splash everywhere.

"What about you Nuala?" He asked.

She didn't understand what he was asking "What about me?"

"What funny childhood memories do you have?" He sounded genuinely interested, and it made her frown.

She wished that she had a funny story to tell him, but she didn't remember any. The most so far she remembered from her past came from her one dream that she had had they night before her first day of school, and even so, she didn't know if that was real or not.

Nuala thought of making up a story, but decided not to. Her imagination wasn't the greatest and figured she'd just make a fool of herself trying. She instead just told him the truth. "I don't have any," She paused. "Well, at least I don't think I have any, but if I do, I don't remember them. I don't remember a lot of things."

"What do you mean?" He asked. "Like you have a short-term memory problem or...?"

She shook her head but realized he couldn't see her and spoke instead. "No, well yes, but the doctor said it's like temporary amnesia. I was in an accident about a month ago, and I guess I took a huge blow to the head. I haven't been able to remember much about my past."

Beck was silent and for a moment Nuala thought he had hung up on her until she heard him sigh. "That's awful." His voice was strained. "Life can be so unfair sometimes. I'm so sorry that happened Nuala."

"It's okay," She let out a long breath and rested her head against the headboard of the bed. "The doctor said that my memory should come back to me eventually. I just have to give it time."

"I hope you remember soon." His voice came out in a whisper.

She muttered a thank you and told him that she too hoped for the same thing, but she was feeling unnerved.

Without her being able to properly read or see Becks facial expression, she couldn't figure what he was thinking right now and it annoyed her a bit. She wanted to know what he now thought of her after finding out that she was basically missing an incredibly huge part of her.

"Well it's getting late." He told her. "We both should be getting to bed."

She agreed with him and they both said good night.

Nuala fell asleep that night with a lot on her mind. All those though rushing through her head would soon make sense to her, but unfortunately for her, she didn't know that. Her one pet peeve was that she hated being oblivious to things, but that in itself was a double standard since from the very moment she lost her memory, she became completely oblivious to another world around her. Even if she wasn't aware of it.

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