Dark Little Secrets

Chapter 4: Why Did It Have To Be Him?!

It has been a couple of days. We found out the mystery man was named Cassian Jacobs and yes, he is still tied up in the room.

    "Here's some PB&J." I replied removing the ties from his wrist but still having rope around his waist and legs.

    "Thanks." He replied.

    "So, you never explained why you hate Alana." He asked.

    "Why do you want to know?" I mumbled.

    "Because, if imma be tied up I deserve to know why! And not because you thought I was gonna attack you." He pressed his lips together, expecting an answer. I sighed and left the room.

    The police arrive again so I go to hide out in the room. At this point it's a weekly check-in to make sure that I never come back. I'm starting to think that they will never give up on me. You would think if they came to check to make sure that I never came back that they wouldn't do it on the same day every week.

    "Why do you refuse to tell me?" Cassian asked.

    "Because." I replied.

    "Because, why?" He cocked his head to the side.

    "Do I need a reason?" I asked.

    "Yes! You know people are calling you a villain because of what you did right?" He said in a know-it-all tone.

    "Me? A villain? No, that's Alana, not me. The people of this town are idiots!" I snapped. He furrowed his brows, obviously not expecting that answer.

    "Oh. Well why do you say that?" He asks with a confused expression.

    "Because! No one ever listens! They just assume that they know everything! They see someone do one thing good and automatically they are this hero, this amazing person when in reality they aren't!" I raised my voice, Cassian's face moved from curiosity to understanding.

    "I know what you mean." He looks down at the floor. I looked at him confused.

    "I only work with Alana because we're family friends," He replied.

    "Wait what?" I asked.

    "Honestly she's kinda bratty and she is so fake all the time." He rolled his eyes, which made me even more confused than I already was.

    "Oh. I thought everyone liked her." I pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.

    "Yeah, that's the most annoying part. Everyone does like her." He scoffed. I hate to admit it but I felt guilty because of the sad look on his face.

    "Fine, you want to know why I hate Alana." I said without thinking.

    "Um yeah, It's not like I haven't been asking you for the past couple days!" He chuckled. Aww, his laugh is so cute–wait stop! No! God! No! I rolled my eyes at his comment, trying not to show my true thoughts.

    "She ruined my whole life." I replied. I explained the whole car incident and the locket.

    "Oh shit. That's rough. I'm so sorry that happened to you. Why didn't you ever show the police the evidence?" He asked, his face full of concern.

    "Because the police would've just said that she was probably there before when the locket fell off." I sighed.

    "Oh, True." He paused for a second

"That's so aggravating! I hate it when the real evil people are praised while the ones trying to do actual good are left in the dust!" Surprisingly he was furious. I don't think I had ever seen him this angry, like sure I've only known him a couple days but still, he has never shown any anger, just annoyance.