Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 17: sᴄᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴜɴᴛ

Mᴀʀᴄʜ 9

"Where's Crystal?"

"She didn't come today something about a family emergency. But I think she just skipped to avoid the teachers." Mayte said.

"I'm not surprised."

My mind has been stuck on that thumb drive for a couple of days now. Those two files were disturbing. I can't believe Michael witnessed two murders. He didn't say anything for all these years. I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth for that long. Inoccent people that have been killed should deserve justice. Why didn't he do something about it? He could've gotten justice for those women. He knew them, he was friends with them. You can't leave your friends hanging like that. But the one Michael is writing about is a psychopath. Did his friend threaten him? Blackmail him? I just don't understand why Michael didn't help out. It's fustracting & heartbreaking. Nobody should ever die like that. My head is swimming with questions of these murders. I need answers! I can't bear the poor visual of it. It's making me sick to my stomach. I need to do something.

"Are you okay, Amy?" Mayte asked. I felt her soft hand on my forehead.

"No, I'm not okay."

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.

"It's just I read something disturbing & I can't get it out of my mind."

"What did you read?"

I want to share this information with Mayte so bad. But I'm scared she'll say something. I trust her but I'm not so sure. She's a good friend & she'll probably won't say anything. She did have my back at that gambling party. Am I seriously considering telling her? I mean I want to tell her but at the same time, I don't. She'll freak out & talk to the police. Then, everyone is going to get in trouble. It'll look bad for the Jackson Productions & could possibly ruin Michael's career. I don't want the fingers pointing at me. What do I do?

"Amy?" Mayte said.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. Tell me what's wrong."

"I-i can't."

"You can tell me. I won't say anything, I promise. You can trust me, Amy." Her eyes were sparkling with confusion. She is genuinely concerned about me.

Fuck it, I can't bear this secret anymore. It's going to explode in the bottom of my stomach. I grabbed Mayte's arm & headed outside the Boys & Girls club. I dragged her around the back of the building. Hopefully, no one can hear us from here.

"Amy! What's your problem?" Mayte panted.

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Before I tell you this, I have to let you know something first. This is very important otherwise it wouldn't make sense of the other stuff."

"Okay."

"No one knows this, I think. Can you keep all of this a secret? Everything that I tell you?"