Secret Twin

Part 5: Notebook

Zadie was sat down on the side of her bed looking at the black leather notebook. When she had tried to open it she couldn't. She looked to see a silver lock on it. She was eager to open it, mainly because on the front was indented the words.

"Marilyn's Diary."

Zadie's brain flooded with questions. Why was her diary here? What happened to her? Why was it locked? Why was she in their family photo? Who was she to her? Why did she start saying "they were going to do it to you two?" She didn't know anything. She was lost with this girl Marilyn. Why was she so important now?

What made her want to tell me? It was almost time for her to make dinner. Blake and Zadie made a deal, since Blake knew nothing about cooking Zadie would cook and sometimes clean, and Blake would clean and do grocery shopping. It almost sounded like a married couple, that always made Zadie throw up inside her mouth. And the worst part was Blake knew it made her pissed off.

So obviously he said it every time he had the chance. Not that it made Blake feel good, it was absolutely disgusting to him as much as it was to her. But Blake loved to see her face, so honestly. It was worth it for him.

He only did it to be a dick, which did not help with "protecting" her, but it didn't bother really her health. So he still did it either way.

Zadie quickly made her way downstairs to cook. Blake was in the living room with a beer and watching a sport game, being annoying, as usual. Zadie thought about spaghetti. She grabbed the noodles and put them in.

(I swear to god pls don't break your noodles.)

"Your hair looks weird from the back." She heard an annoying little voice say. "Ok, I'm going to add peanuts to your food." She said while smiling and getting the peanuts.

"But, I'm deathly allergic to those." Blake said confused on the fact why she would even put peanuts in spaghetti. "I know." Zadie said calmly while opening up the jar of peanuts. "Okay, okay, your hair doesn't look weird. Happy?" He asked trying to make an effort.

"Yeah, my hair doesn't look weird. Unlike your face." She said. A grin grew on her face while closing the peanut jar. Blake stood up and opened his mouth to say something but then he thought a bit. "You know what I deserved that." He said accepting defeat as he sat back down.

"You know, you are pretty childish for a cop." She said. "You already won the battle, no need to go on." Blake said quickly before taking a sip of his beer.

Zadie heard giggling from the corner of the kitchen. Her head turned to see Marilyn giggling at the sight. She continued giggling for a few minutes before disappearing.

"Whatcha looking at?" Blake asked, she had been staring at that corner for a couple moments. Zadie quickly snapped back into reality. "Nothing." She quickly said before going back to the spaghetti.

After it was made they sat down and ate in the living room. "TOUCHDOWN." He yelled across the house. "Can you kindly shut the fuck up. Christ my ears." Zadie never got sports nor does she plan to. "Well you're supposed to yell touchdown." He said defensively.

"Well can you yell quieter, my ears will go deaf with you. Plus how long does this, roach, tend to be here?" Zadie was fed up about his ass. "Oh please, don't act like you're annoying. We aren't that, different from each other." He said rolling his eyes.

"Oh we are far different from each other, I can assure you." Zadie was about to grab the plate and hit him over the head. "Oh really? Name one difference then." He challenged her.

"Well simple, you see I am amazing and you are. Zadie looked him up and down before ending her sentence. Not." A smirk plastered on her face while looking at him.

"Hey, I am real-" he was interrupted by his phone ringing. "You're lucky this time." He said glaring at her before going to his room.

Zadie watched as he went upstairs, she had yet won another battle, but still not the war. At least not yet. Zadie tried to eat, but her mind couldn't take it off of the stupid diary. She wanted so badly to see what was inside.

Zadie started to play with her food. She mixed her spaghetti around her plate liking mixing a potion, or something. Her brown eyes darted across the room, she let go of her fork and instead played with her hair.

She twirled her black hair around her finger as her gaze met every corner. She decided to put her dish in the sink since she wasn't going to eat. She got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. As she placed her plate and fork in the sink she noticed something.

A piece of paper was torn and put by the sink, it had something written on it. Zadie figured it was Blake for some stupid ass prank he pulled or something. She took the note and read it.

"The key hides beneath where you search."

A riddle? The one thing Zadie was terrible at solving. Zadie had now for sure it wasn't Blake, he was too dumb to even make up a riddle. And to think he's a cop. Speak of the devil. Blake came running down the stairs putting his jacket on. "The station needs me." He said before he walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Wow he was so good at "protecting"

Just leaving her here alone, wow, so good at his job. Zadie swore a rock was smarter than him, how did he even get such a job in the first place? Zadie rolled her eyes and stared at the note for a few moments.

"The key is beneath where you search." Zadie thought and thought till she had a headache, which wasn't that long. She hated riddles for a reason. Why did they even exist, they were a nightmare to solve for her. It was like a joke that you didn't get, and you have to keep thinking until you actually get it.

Her head now had a throbbing pain. But it became worse than normal. Then suddenly all went black, she felt her head hit the floor as she fell unconscious.