Secrets

3

•F E L I C I T Y•

Well that was rude. I slightly pout, not noticeably though, watching as Dominic dashed out the door. I thought he was warming up to me. I shrugged it off and headed to my locker to meet Lexi. She's my ride home, just like everyday.

"Hey bitchhhh!" She says to me as I walk up to her. "Did you hear there's a new kid?" She's a little too excited about it in my opinion.

"Yeah, he's in two of my classes. Why?" I already know what she's going to say but I may as well ask.

"Is he hot? And I heard he has an accent. Is it true?" Called it. All she cares about is boys, more specifically, getting them into bed with her. To say the least, Lexi likes to hoe around. Is that mean of me to say? Oh well.

"I mean he's not bad looking." I give her a little smirk, just to play into her game. "And yes he does have an accent."

"Oh my god! That alone makes him hot!" She grabs my arm and pulls me to her car. As we walk over the her car, I see Dominic. I figured he'd be gone by now but instead he's just leaning against his truck smoking either a cigarette or a blunt, I can't tell which from here. I catch his eye and he looks at me. More like glares actually.

"Hold on I have to go talk to someone." I mumble to Lexi.

"I have somewhere to be in like five minutes though." She frowns.

"It's fine I can walk home. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you." I blow her a kiss and she does the same back. As I start walking away, she pulls her car out of the spot and leaves the parking lot.

I start walking over to Dominic. He doesn't look too happy. "You don't have to talk to me every time you see me, y'know." He smirks, flicking his hand a bit to get the ash off his, now proven to be, cigarette.

"And you could be nicer to me, y'know." I mimic his wording and he glares harder at me. "Woah okay there buddy, I was just coming over to tell you that you're killing yourself with that." I point to the death stick in his hand and he chuckles. He actually chuckles, but what I said wasn't even funny was it?

"Oh don't worry Love, I know." He goes back to being emotionless as I stand there, shivers going down my spine from the nickname he gave me.

"If you know, then why do it?" I ask, genuinely confused on why he smokes if he knows it's bad for him.

"There's a reason for everything, Love, and you don't know those reasons. I have secrets just like you so obviously do." He looks down at me, no facial change, and gets in his car as he starts it.

"What secrets do I have then?" I say to him, leaning through his window just enough so he can't leave yet.

"I'm not sure, they're secrets for a reason." I stand back up and cross my arms over my chest, without giving a second look he backs out of his parking spot and speeds off. And now I have to walk home, damnit.

As I'm nearing my house, I see my dad's car in the driveway. No, no, no the one day I'm late to get home he's home from work early. I am so dead.

I slowly walk in the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible. A tall man steps in front of me and I expect it to be my father when I look up, but it isn't. He then steps in front of me as well.
"Why were you so late today? I've had a client waiting for you to get home." He growls at me.

"I, um, I was talking to a teacher. I had a question about the homework that I needed to clarify." I mumble, not wanting to look up. He grabs my chin and forces me to face him.

"Next time you're late, tell me so my client won't be mad. Now he gets extra time for the normal price, all thanks to you." He grumbles, his voice making me shake and cower in fear. He then turns to the man beside him and talks. "You can have have an hour and forty-five minutes for the price of an hour."

The man next to my father smirks happily as he hands my dad almost a thousand dollars in cash. My father tells me to show the man my room. I don't move and so my dad grabs my upper arm, hard enough to leave a bruise, and basically throws me up the stairs.

I walk slowly up the stairs with the man walking behind, an awful smirk on his face the whole time. He doesn't like how slow I'm walking, and proves it by slapping my bum getting me to jump a little and walk faster.

"Get on the bed." The man grumbles to me. I do as told and may down. He climbs on top of me and starts "his time" with me.