The Truthful Game

Chapter 5

"Wanna join me for lunch at the diner?", Sophie asked Elizabeth. It was the afternoon and school just ended. The class did not have any remedial. Elizabeth nodded in reply and both directly went to the diner.

Both girls entered the diner and found a good spot for eating. Sophie, as a good friend, knew what Elizabeth wanted for lunch. "You take out of the belongings and I shall queue up to order both our food.", she said as she scatted to the long queue.

Elizabeth used this opportunity to complete her homework given for today. The diner was a hangout spot for every student in the afternoon with no adult coming in and finding trouble with the youngster. Once she done her homework, just nice Sophie came back with the lunch.

"Geez, that counter lady was so troublesome.", said Sophie in displeased. "Don't bother working if you don't like to serve." Elizabeth found her funny, her friend was the only one whom she could trust. Isn't she lucky to have a friend like her?

The girls managed to finish their lunch and left the diner. They talked for awhile outside and went their own separate ways. Sophie needed to go for tuition while Elizabeth took a long way home. Elizabeth enjoyed the road in the sunny afternoon. With her earphones on, she took a walk and used this opportunity to enjoy the nature such as the deep blue sea near the coast and the hills.

Deep blue sea. The coast. The hills. These made Elizabeth happy yet feeling free. Her memories came flooding back as she recalled her detention with Mr. Matthews. Before even continuing further, she luckily stopped herself.

Elizabeth had the whole house to herself since her father had to work overnight. She took off her shoes and walked to her bedroom. Bedroom was perfect. A place to feel cosy. Here, Elizabeth laid back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She could not help but to just stare at the ceiling instead of doing something productive.

After snapping herself back to reality, Elizabeth got off her bed slowly and went straight to her wardrobe. What was it she wanted to find? She was not sure. All of the sudden, she had a desire to find an item which kept bothering her for such a long time.

"Found it!", Elizabeth thought. She was holding a box filled with papers. It was unusual. Papers contained words that kept coming in for the last eleven years and were from the same sender. She recalled her father passing her those letters, always questioning where they came from which had no clue.

Last week, a letter from the same sender of eleven years managed to send her another and here's read:

Dearest Lizzy,
How are you? Always wondering why didn't you write back for 11 years, do you know that I am always concern about you? Your father speak of you highly and I was blown away by your appearance. That porcelain skin, black hair intrigued me.

You and I, we are a lot in common. You need me and I need you. Simple as matter of fact, I understand you enjoyed foreigner. Why? Because you simply love the touch of the authority, playing with your body. Your body is a muse to me.

M. R. Cyrus

Elizabeth knew the sender was right. She enjoyed the pleasure she received. The funny, exotic feeling of being touched. Even if she did not know who he was, she knew well enough maybe she needed him. "M. R Cyrus, who are you?", she questioned.

"Your body is a muse to me" - "How a sender knew so much about her body? Why so obsessed with it?", again she questioned.