"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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The week after Derek finding out the truth was difficult. After some serious discussion, we all decided to let him in on everything we found it.
He also relived the day Rosalind was raped and how she visited the orphanage.
He was stronger than ever. For some reason, he didn't shed a single tear. Maybe he was numb to the pain. Maybe he ran out of tears a long time ago. None of us questioned him.
"How exactly do you plan on catching the killer?" Derek questioned me.
I was introducing him to Blake and Kelly today. He wasn't nervous, he was looking forward meeting the two detectives who were going to catch his sister's killer.
"We follow the clues." I stated as if it was obvious.
"Has it helped you?" He mocked.
"Hey! Do you wanna do this or not?" I asked.
"I want to, but I think waiting around for them to help us is going to take forever."
"What are you suggesting?" I popped up a brow, but in return all I got was a sheepish smile.
Kelly and Blake usually never locked their door, so once we were home, I flung open their door.
Instead of seeing two serious people, I saw a half naked Blake who was in the middle of putting on his t-shirt. I shrieked, shut the door and then cringed.
How could I be so dumb?
"What's going on?" Kelly asked, licking the ice cream bowl clean. "Also, don't open the door, Blake's changing in there."
"Uh huh. Too late for that." I muttered under my breathe.
After waiting for what seemed like hours but was only a minute, Blake opened the door and eyes locked for a brief second.
My cheeks were flushed and shined bright red.
"I'm sorry. Kelly was too busy eating that she forgot to inform me." I apologised.
"That's okay." He smiled.
After Brianna admitted that she shipped me and Blake, I had gotten awkward around him. I was more conscious whenever he passed by me. I even looked away every time his eyes met mine.
As a detective, it wouldn't surprise me if Blake thought I was acting weird around him.
Brianna however enjoyed my physical pain to figure out why she shipped the two of us. Whenever we three were in the same room, a smirk never left her face.
I was still playing with the hem of my shirt, feeling embarrassed. I took them for granted and forgot about a thing called privacy.
