Dear Journal

Chapter 9

TIMOTHYS POV
PRESENT DAY

I've got you under my finger.

And you don't even know it.

Some people would say this isn't like me, that I'm not this type of person. Clearly they don't know me.

I might seem like this great guy who treats the girls right, or maybe even the guy that just wants to get in their pants which isn't half wrong.

But I'm much more than that. After all, to do what I do there has to be at least one thing wrong with me. Every bad thing i've done always seems to just get looked over.

As if no one cares or maybe they just don't want to think that I'm capable of something that twisted to begin with. You'd think that'd be better for me, for everyone to just look past the bad things i've done as if they never happened.

And maybe it is.

All I know, is that when my wrongs don't get recognized or called out, I want to keep doing them. I want to keep making bad choices and I want to keep feeling them.

That feeling of power, control, dominance. I love it and I want more. The way you fold just by a single glance from me is addicting.

I have to be in control and that's why I'm doing this, you might hate me if you find out but that's not going to happen.

My fingers gently trace the leather of the book only few would recognize. It looks about a few years old by the way the edges are rubbing off.

"You have it?" a voice from my phone speaks and I set down the journal before bringing the phone to my ear.

"Yes, what now?" I ask while anxiously biting at the skin around my nails. Would it be wrong to say I don't feel bad about what I'm doing?

Probably.

"Read it." the voice says and I swallow hard before slowly opening the first page. "And after that?" I ask quietly, only to hear a dark snicker from my phone.

"You already know what to do. Be quick and text me when it's done." he says before hanging up, leaving me to a book full of secrets and what some people would call lies.

I look up at my locked door and back down to your journal. I'm not scared of hurting you, I just don't want to get caught.

The last thing I need is for you to hate me even more than you already do.

By the time everyone finds out about these entries, you'll never even begin to think that it was me who ruined your life.

That it's not your brother, but the person you're letting slip right back into your heart. I'm dangerous, and it's about time I start hiding it.

Letting out a sigh I start reading.

There's nothing surprising about the first few chapters until I reach around the 10th page. My eyes widen as I read your handwriting.

'So this is embarrassing. Obviously I told Jin about this already so now it's your turn. First, today was boring, just school and stuff. I can't believe I'm a freshman, this is so weird. Anyways back to what I was talking about before. So I had a dream last night, something i've never dreamt of even. It was so weird and you won't believe who was in it. Timothy! crazy right?! What makes it even crazier is that it was sexual. omg. Not anything intense, but enough to make me wet. omg so embarrassing. I can't believe i'd dream of something like that let alone WITH TIMOTHY. If he ever found out about this he'd run from me *crying face*. Okay anyways————'