Deadly Secret

My name is Tayla Brook.
Everyone is scared of something, right?
You'd expect a sixteen-year-old, like myself, to be fearless, afraid of nothing.
But you're wrong.
My heart aches with betrayal.
This is my story.


2. Chapter 2


Another scream filled the twilight air. The scream had escaped from my own lips this time. Thoughts were jumbled up in my head. Evan clutched Shay's limp body in his arms, knife in his hand. Blood covered her white blouse and his hands. I took two nervous steps towards them. I should have ran, right? I couldn't just leave my best friend, now dead, in my boyfriend's arms.

"Evan..." I said, shakily. "Tell me you didn't do this."

"Tayla?" he replied, alarmed. "What are you doing here?" He dropped the knife to the ground.

"The question is, what are you doing here?" 

"Go home, Tayla, you weren't supposed to see this," he warned, dumping my best friend's body on the ground. he retrieved the knife and wiped the blood on his shirt. He placed the knife in his pocket before picking Shay up again and carrying her to a nearby dumpster.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed; I leapt in front of him. "You ca't just throw her body away!"

"You know nothing about this so get ouf of my way," he growled, pushing past me. He flipped the lid of the dumpster and tossed the body in as if she was a piece of meat. 

"Evan...tell me what's going on?" I asked him, tears leaked from my eyes. "I love you, please tell me."

"You're so pathetic," he laughed, evilly. "I slept with her."

I stood there, shocked out of my mind. My heart crippled as my brain processed his words. I had thought he'd been the one, like in those stories in girly magazines. He had never told me he loved me, yeah sure, we'd been together for a few months now, but I wasn't going to force him to tell me three words when he showed me how he felt with his soft carasses and kisses.

"What?" I choked. Tears continued to fall from my eyes. Yet, this time, they weren't for my dead best friend, but for my aching heart.

"I knew you'd never put out and she was so up for it."

"I don't believe you," I shook my head, angrily, refusing to believe another word he said.

"I don't care what you believe. It's ashame she's dead, you could have asked her for yourself," he sighed and trodded past me. 

"They'll find her body, you know," I blurted. He stopped in his tracks. He swung around to face me. "Your fingerprints are all over her."

"Then I suggest you get rid of the body then. Burn it. Soak it in acid. Do whatever, just get rid of it."

"And what if I don't?" I knew it was a bad idea to question him. He was the bad guy. Earlier today, I had been so in love with him, I had so much admiration and passion for him. Now all I could see was a murderer. A stone-cold murderer.

Evan gripped me by the throat so quickly I had no time to react or defend myself. He drew his knife from his pocket and pressed it to my neck.

"If you don't, I'll find you. I'll do the same to you...but I'll make sure to introduce you to Death. Haven't you heard? The Grim Reaper and I are tight."

"What's happening to you, Evan? You're not a monster," I managed as I gasped for air.

"Life is no fairytale, Tayla. There are bad guys in every alleyway," he snickered; his hand tightened around my throat, threatening to steal my life away. 

"You're hurting me," I gasped, clawing at his hand with my nails. He threw my body to the ground.

"Run, little girl, before I do the same to you," he ordered, sinisterly. "Do not say a word to the police, your friends, or even your dear mother. If you do, you know what happens. Or maybe I'll kill your family first."

I scrambled to my feet, my knees threatened to buckle but I forced myself to run to my car. Tears flew from my eyes and hair whipped across my face. When I reached my car, I grabbed my phone and punched in 999. On the second ring, I hung up quickly, remembering Evan's cold words. I saw his sinister smile behind my closed eyelids. My hands shook uncontrollably. I lobbed my phone into the back and let out a pained howl. I realised I hadn't just lost my best friend. I had lost my sanity. 


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