Secrets no one would ever imagine filled the small town of Lockwynne. Centuries ago a curse was placed on the two original family of Lockwynne, now they have returned to seek to help. The feud continues, Hazel Michelson is caught in the midst of it...
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"I have to leave sooner if we're ever going to go forward and quickly" I said to Tyler the minute he had re-entered his room.
"All of this still feel so surreal, it's happening way too fast. One minute we're dancing then you ruined the moment by telling me you know my biggest secret, now Noah thinks he's on to something and don't even get me started on Priscilla and your mother" I could hear the frustration in his voice and it was heart rendering.
"Don't forget the main book we need is nowhere at my house, I have no idea where else to look now" I added.
"There's only one way to fix this" he sighed before standing up.
I listened intently and eagerly since I was down and ready to do anything to save him.
"My family and I just need to leave town before this gets worst and more people starts talking."
"I don't think so" I said quickly reaching for my bag.
I had stole all that Noah had found to use against him. It wasn't much but if people didn't think his claims were ridiculous and actually took a look at what he found then the questions could have been risen.
"How did he even get a hold of any of these. Mom swore there wasn't anything at all on us" he mumbled as he skimmed through.
He took up one of the pictures that was taken with him standing by his window looking out with red pupils. The fear travelled in his veins but never made it to his facial muscles or skin. His complexion remained the same, his eyes as steady as if he were shopping for shoes. He let out an understated sigh as he continued to stare in disbelief.
I couldn't imagine what he was feeling or even going through right now. Having the fear of the world finding out your deepest and darkest secrets had to be terrifying. It's not the predictable anger or pain that's the worst, it's the "randoms," stuff you know is coming, just never when. We don't know if anything else is around the corner, I know he's afraid and so am I for him. These "randoms" work on the mind as a torture, elevating primal fear, decreasing logic and self-control.
"I was being spied on" He said lowly still looking at the picture in disbelief. "I didn't even see him or hear him that's the most confusing part. Mom didn't even picked up o-
Our phones beeped at the same time only to realize it was from the group chat.
