What Really Happened

Hey...this is my first story on this account. I hope I did a good job. 

These are my characters, but the plot might be similar to the one in the movie bodyguard.

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I opened up the book that I had found under my mattress. It was a black leather bound diary,with golden words that read 'My Secret: What Really Happened'. I ran my hand over it and gently opened the cover, afraid that it might tear off. The first few words at the top of the page surprised me. I didn't expect it all, and what really caught me off guard were the emotions put into them.

My dear beloved son Cole,

My heart skipped a beat. This was definitely my mother's handwriting, and words. Just those words told me so much. She loved me and didn't want me to go, but the way she wrote them, made me think she was confessing something wrong she did. All of this made me sound so girly, but this was a touchy subject for me. My mom left a huge hole in my heart. This brought me back to the day, when I turned five, and found out my mom had passed away. She looked straight at me and told me that I will find something that I should take great care of. Now I know what she meant.

Seven years have passed. I've been living with my dad, and he gives me everything that I want and more. Most of my belongings I didn't even ask for, and my dad spoils me like crazy. Only, it's just because he misses my mom and wants to shower me with gifts that he would have given and also what my mom would have given me.  I turned my attention back to the book at hand. I looked past the first five words, needing to satisfy my curiosity.

By the time that you've got this, I know for sure that I have passed away and looking over you from far above. After you have finished reading this, please throw this away. Never tell anyone about this, not even your father. I'm afraid that after he finds out, he'll be angry with me, but I needed to tell someone my story, your aunt Hailey's story, and your father's story, so I'm telling you.

I have secret that I haven't shared with anyone yet, and it is so awful, and I regret it to this day. I will never regret loving your father or yourself, but I had to betray my best friend and it killed me to do that. Unfortunately, I was in love, and I acted selfish for what I thought was one time. If I could go back in time, I would fix everything, but I can't, and now I'm writing my story.

It started when your aunt and I were twenty-two. Her dad found out that the gang he used to be a part of, figured out his location and want to go after him. Except, they planned on doing it by killing his precious daughter, Hailey. That's when her dad hired a bodyguard for her, and no one knew the reason except for the guard and her dad, at the time. Now, of course we all know, but then, it was kept from us to protect Hailey from danger. This is where I fell in love, and so did my best friend.

I started sobbing, the tears feeling hot on my skin.  This was the first time I cried since my mom fell into an eternal slumber in my arms. My mom wanted to tell me, not anyone else. She is telling me, when she can tell so many more intelligent people. She was telling me her story, and no matter what happens at the end I know I will forgive her.

My mom had light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, and my aunt had blonde hair and blue eyes. They were the typical best friends right out of a movie.

My mom was a good woman and was well known for being respectful and kind. Her father, my grandfather was really rich, and loved her very much. She was the straight A student and the perfect daughter, sister, and friend. If she did something wrong, then there must be an explanation. I refused to believe it was my mom's fault, but I couldn't form opinions yet, I needed to read the rest first. I wanted a break to register everything that happened so far, but maybe I should continue for at least one more sentence.

This is what really happened.

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