Her Secret

Ch.3 An old friend?

I walked to my next-period Gym I walked to the big double metal doors cold to the touch pushing the doors open I see the gym teacher scolding a group of students so I just go to the locker room glad that I had brought my gym clothes just in case.

I went to a stall and changed I put on my shorts (they are a little too short for my liking but whatever) they were black with 2 thin white stripes on the sides my shirt was just a black t-shirt and I wore my running shoes (also black) I finish getting dressed I walk the short distance back to the gym room.

I walk in to find that the gym teacher was already calling names when mine came up I raised my hand and shyly called out for the second time today "Here..."

The teacher was mean looking but when his eyes landed on me he looked me up and down I didn't like it at all his eyes swam with lust and evil so I put my hand down and hid behind one of the male students in front of me

"Oh don't hide sweetheart we all Will be kind to you" his voice made me feel disgusting so I buried myself more into the student in front of me "Sir can we get on with the class?" The guy in front of me seemed to be tired of this situation so he moved more closer to me which blocked the teacher's vision of me.

"Fine Namjoon what do you suggest we do today~?" Namjoon thought for a second then answered "Soccer teams of 2 and my partner is her."

He turns around and so do I assuming he meant a person behind me but no one was behind me so I turned back around and met Namjoon's gaze as I asked "M-Me?" His hand wrapped around my wrist and he dragged me towards another big set of doors.

He opened the doors and went in just to come back out with a few soccer balls in his arms I went in and grabbed the goal nets.

I actually happen to be pretty good at soccer so when Namjoon tossed me the soccer ball I dribbled it between my shoes to check the air in it Namjoon seemed surprised by my basic knowledge of soccer but he still asked: "So have you ever played soccer, Kyler?"

I nod and pass the ball to him as other teams are forming and I answer "yeah I used to play with my older brother..."

God Just saying brother hurts.

My brother was murdered by the masked killer on our 12th birthday we weren't twins but we were born on the same day we got along well till our mother died...

My mom was sad that my dad had cheated on her with my mom's sister Aunt Brianna (Aka Dickenson whore) I got in a fight with her daughter (Aka my slutty cousin) because she said my mom was a sorry excuse for a woman...

So I decked her in the fucking face then she tried to slap me when she got up but I grabbed her wrist and twisted it while squeezing as hard as I could wanting to break every bone in her body... hell I even considered biting her.

The teachers came in and saw so he stopped me before I could give the Bitch what she deserves

The teachers pulled us into the office and went to tell the principal what happened and the stupid slut slapped me across the cheek so I kicked her in the ribs and straddled her as I landed punch after punch into her powder filled face.

Hands pulled me off the broken-nosed bitch and I growled as someone pulled my arms behind my back and held me still.

Some people moved to help Jessica (Slutty cousin) and she screamed that she's gonna kill me and I growled out "Try me Slut!" She started crying and shit so the principal dealt with us I got expelled and she got a week's suspension

So in anger, I punched the principal and left. My principal told my mom and dad so my mom fought with dad and me and my brother stopped talking...

I found my brother's room empty on our birthday so I searched for him and what I saw when I went to our alley made me feel dead inside it hurt me so bad that I shut down for a year...

What I saw was my brother lying on the ground with a knife in his stomach and a man stood above him but when he saw me He picked my brother's dead body up and ran away from me I chased them till the man opened a car door and sped off my brother's body was never found so we never got to give him a proper funeral...

"KYLER!" my eyes snap to Namjoon's and try to refocus as his hand reached up to brush the tears away from my cheeks "What's wrong Kyler?" He asked me in a worried voice

"N-Nothing-g" I tried to answer calmly but my heart and body ached for comfort... a hug... like what J-Hope had done.

I didn't notice Namjoon pick me up bridal style and take me to the infirmary till he laid me down on the bed and grabbed a wet rag in fear I covered my face in my hands and only removed them when Namjoon tugged them away.

My eyes stung from all the tears I've shed throughout the day and my body ached from all the cuts and bruises I wore when Namjoon put the cold wet rag to my face I flinched and Namjoon stopped.

After he stopped he asked me "Kyler are you scared of me?" I shook my head no quicker than he asked "Has someone been hitting you?..." That floored me cause no one ever asks...

HOW THE HELL COULD HE TELL?! FUCK! WHAT IF HE TELLS SOMEONE!? In my panic, I hadn't noticed the arms that wrapped around me in a tight (but not suffocating) hug.

"I'm sorry..." I froze as Namjoon spoke "I'm so sorry ky"

ky? Who calls me Ky anymore? Besides that student-teacher... Why does the name Namjoon sound so familiar? Why does Namjoon look so sad? And why do I feel sad seeing him sad?

"Ky do you remember me?" He asks quietly "I-I can't seem to place it but... Namjoon d-did you know me when we were young? Were we friends?" Namjoons eyes widen as they focus on my arms that were covered in self-harming cuts from myself and bruises from my father..." N-NO! DON'T LOOK!" I screamed as I tried to reclaim my wrists from Namjoon's tight but gentle grip.

"Why did you do this Kyler?" Namjoons voice was coated in anger mixed in with sadness and hurt for some reason the nickname Joonie popped up in my head and without thinking I muttered

"Sorry, Joonie..." Namjoons head snapped up so fast I thought it would fly off thankfully his head stayed in place... unfortunately, his eyes held mine in his gaze filled with so many emotions but the most present I could see was need...

As if he needed me in his life, needed me with him I hadn't realized the tears once again spilling down my pale cheeks till Namjoons thumb wiped them away.

My eyes are kinda rare I have Heterochromia iridium A condition in which the colored part of the eye (iris) is multicolored

So if Namjoon thinks he knew me He most likely did cause I was the only one around the area with Heterochromia iridium

This means that if he knew me when I was young he would know my biggest secret

If he did know me He wouldn't be helping me right now instead he would be calling me a monster...