The Dark Truth

Chapter One

I stare down at the blank page in my diary, unsure whether to start with the murder Galant told me about or my overprotective parents. My parents call me Secrets because I never let them read my diary. Although, maybe they would stop asking if they knew how a diary worked.
I could hear the news playing on the TV in the kitchen. "A woman named Sectana Gamon has been found dead in the forest outside Black Diamond Ridge. The police are still in the process of figuring out how she died." Everything else was too hard to make out, so I gave up trying to listen. My parents claim they don't know what happened to her but I have a feeling there is something they're not telling me. I looked out my window and realized I had been up all night thinking about what to write in my diary. I put on my black leather pants and a plain white t-shirt. I comb my hands through my short brown hair. I never liked how the blonde tips always curled away from my neck.
I don my matching leather jacket and take my phone off my dresser, sliding it into my pocket as I opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.
My phone dinged. "Who is texting you?" my father asked. He looked concerned but then again I couldn't tell his worried face from his neutral one. I took a sip of my water before taking my phone out and looking at the message from Galant.
Keep an eye on your parents. I looked up at my father. "It's just a friend." The lie came naturally, I was used to lying to my parents because I had learned it was easier to tell them what they wanted to hear than tell them the truth.
He nodded, leaving the kitchen without another word. I couldn't tell if he had bought the lie or not but I didn't care enough to find out.
I set down my glass of water and made sure he wasn't looking before slowly opening the front door.
Galant Dilano got out of his red Honda Fit. He was handsome with an air of mystery about him. Galant looked deceptively young for a thirty-five-year-old. His black jeans had two holes at the knees and he wore a fitted grey T-shirt.
"Why are you here?"
"Get in the car, I'll explain later," He said impatiently, as he opened the passenger door.
"You didn't answer my question."
He smiled, "I could do this all day,"
"Please don't." I frowned, crossing my arms.
Galant laughed, "Why are you so difficult, Secrets."
I rolled my eyes, I hated that stupid nickname.
Galant sighed, and got in the driver's seat, he left the passenger door open for me.
"Where are we going?" I asked, grudgingly getting in his red Honda.
"I need to get you as far away from your parents as possible." I put on my seatbelt and rolled down my window as he pulled out onto street.