Trapped In Desire

C H A P T E R : 1 - C O R A

Fate seems to have a wicked way to toy with us, don't you think?

And I think it has a personal vendetta against me.

That's why I say, fate's a bitch.

Just when I think I've dodged the bullets of my past, fate's all like, 'Hey, you just dodged THIS, but not THIS time, HAHA.' And all I can muster is a 'you're kidding me' grin, 'Bring it on, bitch, I'm So ready for the next bullet.'

Maybe I'm fucking not.

One fateful mistake.

I did in the past.

One wrong decision.

I'm going to make it in the present.

This time, my life will be over for good.

My eyes lingered on the text message. The message is sent by an unknown sender, with no indication of who might have written it. All I knew I couldn't ignore it.

Unknown number: Your dirty secrets are dying to meet the world, and honestly, so am I. If you want to avoid a dramatic grand finale, come to The Secret Den. Don't be late, darling.

I reread my texts for what feels like the umpteenth time, which I sent him a few days ago.

Me: Who's this? If it's some kind of joke, I'm gonna tear your fucking balls.

Me: Stop this, and tell me who you are?

Unknown Number: Ah, Cora Everly. You're as intresting as I expected – a walking firecracker: loud and messy. Not gonna lie, I'm not mad about it. Darling, but don't get too cocky with me, you're gonna breath by my permission from now on. Come here, without any question, and your secrets will be safe with me.

Darling.

I could feel the mock through the text and I didn't like it.

Wait!

My heart began to race with anticipation, when I noticed the unknown sender mentioned my name, making it clear that someone had known about me and my ugly past. If I didn't comply, whoever he would expose me.

Snap out of it, bitch! Get a grip!

Who knows, maybe he's just messing with me. Everyone has a past, after all. Perhaps he's just tossing stones into a wide river, trying to get a reaction. I'm overthinking this. Nobody knows my past.

Nobody knows my secrets.

Nobody ever should.

Me: You think you can mess with me? Think. Again.

Frustrated, I texted and hit the send button.

Me: Ugh, I've wasted so much time on you, but time's up! I'm gonna block you, BLOCK. RIGHT. NOW.

I waited for a reply but got nothing. Shaking my head, I was deadass laughing at myself for getting salty over some random's texts. Guess I got played.

Suddenly my phone dinged when I thought that unknown sender was gone for good.

Unknown Number: You think you're so perfect, but I know the truth.

Unknown number: You left them to burn. Now it's your turn to feel the heat.

Me: What are you saying? Who are you? What are you talking about?

Unknown number: Don't pretend to be innocent, we both know the truth. You smiled while they suffered that night. I was there, watching you.

Unknown number: And you know what I found that night? A Pink Diary. I must say, pink doesn't always mean sweet and innocent, does it, darling?

Cold sweats beaded on my forehead.