Wild Secrets

6 - HAUNTED

"Stop calling her that!" Lyla shouted looking at a girl from another section.

We're walking to our lockers when Lyla heard something from a far, I guess because she's the only one who heard it.

"Did you hear it?" She asked, looking really shocked. "No" Mary and I answered in chorus. Suddenly, she started walking towards a girl whom I guess is also a senior but from a different section. Monica? I recalled. Monica's and Lyla's eyes are intense towards each other.

"Stop calling her that!" So that's what happened. I'm still staring curiously while Mary kept her ignorant look while Lyla locked her eyes on Monica. Monica looks like a tough girl and a serious one. She's the girl you don't want to mess with because bitchy girls are surrounding her but Lyla's not one of the cowards, she faces everything whenever it's about her friends.

"Call her what? A player?"

"She's the absolute girl version of womanizer"

"Slut"

"Whore"

The last two words got me for I was off guard. I'm not a player. I'm not a whore. There are only two guys who confessed to me yet and i'm sure i'm not toying them. One thing for sure is that I haven't decided yet and it happens to everyone so the only choice they have to do is wait until something great happens.

"You're just jealous that Zac likes her" Lyla protest. It's been days since my birthday and Zac's still the same, sweet, caring Zac. He didn't change after his confession.

"Tsk why would we be jealous? That won't last and I know it" the walked away while laughing. Lyla returned her eyes on me and apologized. "You don't need to" I said and smile. I was trying to avoid thinking about that but it always haunt me in my head. "Hey don't you have DANY auditions tomorrow?" Patrick asked me. "Oh right, I should be going"

I went to the studio and I'm the only one there. I decided to practice alone. While looking at the mirror, I noticed that my left foot, my injured foot. I tried to do one tiptoe but everything in the past reappeared in my head. It's three years ago.

It's my first international gymnastics competition and i'm in Italy. I was walking out from a coffee shop when someone grabbed my hand and took me to a dark place. My eyes were apparently covered with a cloth. I decided to shout for help but they soon covered my mouth too. Heart beats faster. I'm panicking. Where am I?

Suddenly, the guy who kidnapped me talked to someone.

"Just the left foot?" he asked. He has a hard tone and much like to be in his late thirties.

"Yup" the other guy answered.

After a few seconds, I felt the guy's hand in my foot and one thing I wished I didn't feel was the wood hitting my left foot. Why on Earth would someone kidnap a girl just to destroy her left foot? And then it hit me, it's my international competition and someone wants to destroy that moment for me. But who? I had no clue but i'm sure someone wants to make me not perform in the competition. He continued hitting my foot. I guess it's more than fifty times. I lost count when I reached 50 because one word had distracted me.

"Oh! You're taking too long. Her competition is just two hours and you haven't made it swell yet"

"Dude! She's twelve!" What? The know too much about me? Someone had planned this big time. I realized I was crying. I felt someone's hand in my foot then he started bending it. He then covered it with a cloth to secure it's tiptoeing position. It's stretching so badly that i'm starting to hurt. He then started smashing it with something harder. I guessed it was a metal because it's not the same as the wood and it's smooth compare to a wood. I started begging but it's useless. I'm all covered. All I remember is that I blacked out.