Enigmatic ✔

17|Dinner

Stella

"Margie, it's so good to see you again" My mother greets Issac's family at the door.

When they walk in, they come to greet me. "Oh Stella, you've grown" She says kissing my cheek. I smile.

"Stella" Mr. Davis, Issac's father says.

"Mr. Davis" I return.

Lastly, "Hey, Stella" Issac greets me, pulling me in for a hug. I hug him back. Issac doesn't normally hug me though, we never really hugged each other. I'm sure he just did that for our parents' entertainment.

"Hey" I return.

"Aww, young love" Mother celebrates as I said: ENTERTAINMENT. "Well kids, dinner is going to be ready soon, so you can just kill time i.e, study until then, okay, Stella didn't you say, you had a test coming up?"

"Uh yes"

Even though I already studied for the day, I figured it was best to not question my mother's orders right now.

"Shall we?" I ask Issac. He follows me up the stairs and I make sure to keep my room door open.

"So what should we study first?" I ask him.

"Maybe biology, I'm kind of behind in that" He says.

I go to my pile of books taking up the biology book, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, a faint red mark is on my neck, something like the one that I noticed on Issac's neck, did I get a bug bite too?

I trace my fingers there, remembering Hudson's lips. I move my hair to cover it and excused myself from Issac and went into the bathroom to text Hudson, I turn on the pipe, letting the water run out.

(1 message received from 🦁)

🦁:
Did you get home safely?

🦋:
I did. But you left a red mark on my neck...

🦁:
I hope you aren't expecting an apology. You liked it Stella. 😏

My cheeks heat up and my heart beat increases.

🦋:
Hudson!

🦁:
What? You did, didn't you?

🦋:
Well yes, but whatever I'm going back to my dinner now.

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I place the phone back down, turning off the pipe, when I open the door I am met by a shirtless Issac. He stands infront of my mirror inspecting the many red marks all over his body.

Shock covers is face when he sees me. He quickly puts on his shirt.

"Stella, I can explain" Is all he says. "Are those whip marks? Did someone whip you I-"

He hurries over to me and covers my mouth, "Please shh, Stella, yes they are whip marks and I'll explain everything just please keep your voice down"

I nod so he removes his hand from my mouth. "I've-I've been cheating on you"

He says confirming what I thought after I noticed my mark was like his and surprisingly when he said those words, I felt absolutely nothing even remotely close to the pain I felt thinking Hudson would never forgive me.

"So..why whips?"

"It's something I fancy in the bedroom. He-"

"He?" My eyes widen, Issac is....gay?

Shouldn't we already prepare his casket. His parents will kill him. My parents will kill me if they find out about Hudson but his parents weren't two to mess with, so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw them skinning him alive first.

"Stella please, y-you can't say anything, pl-please, Stella, please, t-they'll kill me" He begs.

"Issac, of course I won't say anything" I reassure him.

"Thank You!" He hugs me tightly, "Thank You. Thank You. Thank You"

"Issac calm down, is that why you've been acting so weird"

He nods. "I thought if you found out, you'd go straight to my parents"

"Really? I thought if I told you anything you'd go straight to mine"

"Of course not" He tells me.

Well that's a relief.

"So tell me about this mystery guy.." I say to Issac.

He might as well had written a very long book, for the amount of information he given me could've published one.

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Dinner was silent.  Niether of our parents said anything which was odd. I cut my chicken, feeling paranoid that my hair wasn't covering up my neck properly. Hudson must never do this again. Ever.

"Have you won that case yet, Robert?" Mrs. Davis asks my father.

Did she have to ask such questions?

"The police are straying Margie, looking for new persons of interest"

I contain my smile, the officer listened.

"Well that's nonsense, as the killer has already been found"

Is it bad that I suddenly get the urge to throw the knife at her?

"Margie's right, it's ridiculous" Mr. Davis add.

"Well I assure you, I am working my hardest to find the rest of the evidence which will put him down for good"

"Which is right" Mrs. Davis agrees.

My hands continue to grip tightly onto the knife and I caught sight of my reflection again, looking my lips which Hudson had placed so many kisses on today. I couldn't stop thinking about it right now, I let go of the knife and ran my fingers over lip, it made me boil inside.

"That boy is dangerous" Mrs. Davis adds.

"Excuse me" I stop their conversation. "Sorry for interrupting, but dad I really don't feel well, may I be excused?"

"I'm sure, it's not that bad Stella, don't be rude, we have guests"

Please someone come take this knife out of my hand, I'm starting to get flashes. Flashes that involve people dying by this knife in my hand.

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