Beginning of Secrets

The Day After

Lucas gasped as a loud beep blared through the room. He sat up quickly recognizing the area with groggy eyes. He chest was moving up and down quickly as he looked around his room. He was in his bed, in the same clothes he wore last night. He bit his lip and memories flooded his mind. Mr. Martin, Sophia, Carv, and Carv's blood.

Lucas jumped out of bed, searching for his phone. It had to be a dream. He looked on his nightstand and saw nothing except for a digital clock that blinked 6:30. He sighed, realizing that he would have normally been at the library by this time.

Lucas paused as he heard his mother's voice, from outside of his room. However, what surprised him was the other voice that was speaking back to her. The voice was much deeper than his sister's. Giving up on finding his phone, he moved to his door to see who his mother was talking to. Feeling to tired to eavesdrop, Lucas opened the door and followed the trail of the conversation to the kitchen. His mother stood against the counter, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, sweetheart," his mother exclaimed. She was still in her pajamas, an old t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Um, morning," Lucas replied a bit surprised. His mother wasn't usually up this early. He was a bit taken a back as he looked at who was sitting at the island.

"Morning, Lucas," Carvington said, turning to Lucas.

"Uh, hi," Lucas said. He looked between his mother and Carvington, noticing they both looked a bit tense. "Why are you here so early?"

Carvington and Lucas's mother shared a glance at each other. "You told me I could sleep at your house last night," Carv said.

"Oh," Lucas replied, not remembering that conversation. He glanced at Carvington's throat that was smooth, missing any markings that a knife could leave. His clothes were clean of any blood or dirt. Maybe it was a dream. "I had the weirdest dream last night. You were there, too."

Carv looked away from Lucas and looked at his mother.

"I guess that was what kept you from going to the library," Mrs. Tathern said. "Or maybe it was that giant bruise on your face."

Lucas flinched, his bruise beginning to ache at the mention of it. "Mom," Lucas pleaded.

"I know," his mother said. "But trust me. We will discuss this when you come home after school."

"Fine," Lucas said, a bit annoyed. "I'm going to the library."

"No, you're not," Ms. Tathern said, firmly. "And you're not going after school either."

Lucas clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Lucas," she scolded.

"Yes, ma'am," Lucas replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"How is your eye?" Carv asked.

"Oh," Lucas said. "It's better, but don't you have to be to school early." Lucas attempted to discretely hint at his friend's morning detention without alarming his mother.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ms. Tathern asked. "What time do you need to be at school?"

"I am not going," Carv stated.

"Dude, you need to go," Lucas said. He turned to his mother. "He needs to be there by 7."

Ms. Tathern looked at the oven clock. Just then, Carv's phone began to ring. He picked it up off the counter, looking at who was calling. He picked it up, putting it to his ear.

"Where the hell are you!" the voice exclaimed loudly from the phone.

"Lucas's house," Carv replied, standing. They all jumped as the doorbell rang. Ms. Tathern and Carv shared a glance before she moved to the front door.