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Sharing A Violent Secret [Editing]

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I am so sorry for the belated upload! I have been so busy with University enrollments, plus I had my eighteenth birthday on the 22nd and then Australia Day so it's been hectic, but I am not making anymore excuses! Also, I MADE THE COVER ON THE SIDE. I think I did pretty good considering it was my first time, but what d you think of it? Also, sorry if you don't like the song on the side. It's the only one that I found apropos to this chapter... Anyway, I promised to upload by the end of the weekend so here it is! Enjoy! I love you all for your support and patience with my irregular uploading! x



"Trust no one, tell your secrets to nobody and no one will ever betray you."
- Bigvai Volcy



I'd never thought I would ever become the boy-obsessed type, yet here I was following my neurotic infatuation with the Irish boy whom had enticed me since the very beginning; it seemed that the more I investigated him, the less I knew about him and the more questions arose; never in my life had I felt so compelled to explore the mysterious psyche that was Connor McCall. How did he have such a profound and significant effect on me?

His car drove quickly through the city streets - a surprising feat considering what a horrendous state his car was in -, swerving left and right unexpectedly. However, I managed to follow hot on his trail whilst keeping two cars between us at all times.

I knew that I was going to be in serious trouble when I got back; not only would Sean undoubtedly verbally bash me for not letting him tag along, but I would no doubt receive hell from the school. I'd never skipped school intentionally, and definitely not like this. I was not so worried about punishment from my parents because not once did they ever pay attention to my education... Unless you counted the tuition fee. But as of that moment, I couldn't care less. I'd been wondering incessantly about this boy far too much and when an opportunity like this came by, there was no way I was ever going to refuse.

The streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of citizens mostly clad in business suits. The vicinity looked exactly as movies always portrayed them: as corporate clones in ordinary grey suits that never displayed anything other than sheer nonchalance and ignorance. The cars were filled with raucous honking and people yelling profanities from their cars as they awaited the traffic to move.

All of a sudden, Connor's car swiveled to the right in one agile movement, creating a squealing noise of burning rubber against the asphalt. I attempted to do the same, though not quite with the finesse as his but effective nonetheless.

A spike of adrenaline surged through me as my car's two right wheels lifted off the ground slightly before crashing back down to the ground with an unpleasant thump and my heart skipped a beat then hammered harder in double time as I took in the sight before me.

His car had disappeared from view, completely vanished leaving not a single trail of evidence behind. I examined the construction site before me that had been abandoned. There were no construction workers here and the only sound was the eerie howl of the wind blowing through the metallic structure.

I parked by the side of the incomplete building far enough that I knew my car would be safe should something fall from the unfinished project to the ground and killed the engine. As I exited the car, I could smell the faint scent of sawdust and some form of gas which made me wrinkle my nose in disgust and wish to re-enter the car and drive off.

My mind was utterly bewildered. Where could Connor have gone? Was he some form of paranormal being? For the sake of my sanity, I hoped not.

I drew closer to the structure before me, feeling insignificant under its shadow and craned my neck at the vastness of it.

And then, without warning, a warm hand enfolded my shoulder and spun me around so quickly that my vision blurred and I became temporarily blinded. The hand pushed me backwards continuously until my back made contact with the metallic pillar of the building.

Sharp stabs of pain overwhelmed me and I screamed in agony whilst trying to regain my sight. Little spots dashed across my view and the hand was firmly holding me in place, crushing my left side. But the very second my sight returned, I gasped at the closeness of the boy who had captured me.

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Adam Gregoryas Connor
Emily Browningas Pia
Steven R. McQueenas Sean
Juliette Binocheas Connor's mother
Sarah Wayne Calliesas Connor's stepmother
Gerard Butleras Connor's father
Daniel Cudmoreas Paul
Sam Worthingtonas Pia's father
Sophie Marceauas Pia's mother
Matt Barras Jason

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