The secrets we keep

chapter 1

Hey guys I hope you enjoy this first chapter, it may be a bit slow at first but its just to introduce you to the background of the story, please stick with it! Also please vote and share if you enjoy this first part guys, its going to get a lot more exciting!:)

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 The welcome signs to Kenton emerged like a warning going off in my mind, relentlessly urging me to turn around before I got sucked back into what I tried so hard to forget. My old life. Over a year has gone by since I turned my back on this place, helplessly running from what I became and the consequences that came with it. So now as I'm driven further into this small town I become dangerously aware that this place brings the worst out of me and everyone else in it, and that's what scares me the most.

Everything was the same as how It always was. Bridgefield school with its large steel gates used to cage everyone inside were now opened wide as all the students began pouring out as I was driven past, making me come to the sudden realisation that I'd be back there in no time. There was something about the private school that appeared so inviting, but everything that happened inside was toxic.

 So were the newly bricked houses that lined the streets on the edge of town all promoting sterling estates, my step-dads company, that were still on sale since well before I left. The familiarity of the towns small businesses, the modern cherry bricked houses and the endless fields of green once filled me with such comfort, but now as the driver, who I believe told me his name was Tod, turned the corner onto my old street I felt nothing but pure angst.

Before my mum Camille met Kevin we lived in a small 2 bedroom semi a few towns over. After my dad left my mum when I was 12 to go start a new family with his  girlfriend of now 6 years, 2 of which whilst he was still married to my mum, we had to sell our old house and were left with pretty much nothing. That was until my mum hired sterling estates to value our old family home and we had the pleasure of Kevin Sterling himself handling our business, and like that they hit it off. We were moved into Kevin's property 6 months later and they were married by the end of the year. They even had a child together, Madison, who is only 4 and the light of Kevin's life. I was surprised to find out that my mum was having another child, considering she never wanted any in the first place. It was my dad who pressed the need of having children on my mum and ironically abandoned me with her 12 years later. At the time I had no issues following my mum into Kevin's life, gracefully accepting his generosity with open arms along with the glitzy lifestyle that he let us live with him.

Tod pulled through the gates and rounded the driveway before pulling to a stop outside the front doors; you couldn't help but admire the large house that Kevin designed himself. The grey brick exterior made it stand out starkly different than any other property in town compared to the simple brown bricked housing. The grand front doors which hosted a porch area held up by white marble pillars was all a way for Kevin to accentuate his importance in town, or what he'd like everyone to assume. Everything about it screamed power and worth, which I used to love about this place.

"Let me grab your bags for you, miss Forbes." Tod said as he help the door open, waiting patiently for me to remove myself from the back seat, which I found harder than I imagined.

"Thankyou, Tod was it?" I replied, giving him a small smile as I stood on the gravelled drive, glancing at the front windows to see if I could prepare for who was home before I entered.

"Yes miss, no problem at all."

I watched as Tod lugged my bags up to the front doors which were opened automatically by a blonde woman, who led Tod inside and then returned to her stance in the doorway and began to stare at me. That woman being my mother. She looked the same as she always had, maybe better, wealth agreed with her. Her silk camel blouse hugged her small frame and her hair looked freshly touched up with honey highlights which must of cost her hundreds, much different to the cheap home dye kits she used to buy when I was younger. She eyed me over, which would of made anyone else embarrassingly self-conscious, whereas I had become accustomed to it.