I opened the closet as quietly as possible, holding up my phone for light. My eyes darted to one in particular.
It was one of the guys and Aron, apparently at his birthday or something. There were other people there too, a guy with pink and brown hair, and-
No….
That couldn't be…
Arina?I held it up close to the light, swallowing hard. What was she doing there?I sent a quick text, showing the photo.
Arina: Danny…This isn't what it looks like..
Danny: That's you then, isn't it?Arina: Look, I'm not using you or anything, I swear to God. I just wanted to be friends again.
Danny: How the hell are you connected with him?
Arina: I'm...his sister…
Danny: Okay. Okay…This can work…
Arina: Good.. I hoped it would..
Danny: Is….He doing okay? I know the guys sent him some texts earlier…
Arina: Well..
Arina: He's fine I guess. Just depressed I think…
Danny: And I assume that us being friends won't help?Arina: Actually, I wanted you guys to talk. I think there's a way out of this.
Danny: Are you crazy? He'll kill me!
Arina: I won't let him
Arina: Please, just think about it?Danny: I'll.…I guess I can think about it.
I flipped through more pictures, tossing them all aside as they weren't important. My phone buzzed once more, showing up with a phone number.
Arina: (XXX)-xxx-xxxx
Arina: Don't be too hard on him, he's just a kid
Tossing my phone aside, I hopped up onto my bed, yawning. It was about 10 at night.
I could feel the air grow still and dense again. Fuck, not again…
"Jeff…..Come on…"
"Aron you're drunk. I don’t want to deal with you right now."
"Jeeeeeffff!"
I heard a door slam.
"Fuck you…."
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Fanfiction-There are secrets in the closet. Some of which should stay hidden.- Danny has just joined HU and moved in with them. What he didn't expect was the memories hidden away in his new room. They fill his head, swirling and making him realize Deuce wasn'...
