Secrets

Chapter One: Prologues

My heart began to hurt I felt as if I was getting punched in the chest a thousand times. I knew what I had to do I told Jasmine's mother that I is going to Santa Monica and take the offer to go to The Art Institute of California. 

“Go for it.” She told me as I hugged her one last goodbye. In a way she looked as if she was proud of me and she went back to her husband and her sister so they could comfort one another.

~Finn Orellana~

"I had just gotten home from staying at a friend's house, when I walked through the door the T.V. was on and smoke filled the air. I ran to the kitchen and turned off the stove and put the pot full of burned unidentifiable substance in the sink and putting water in it. I went to the living room and turned off the T.V. when I turned around I found my father with his throat ripped open blood pooled around his body. I stepped back and felt like screaming but I couldn't, I heard a blood curdling scream come from upstairs like someone was being beaten. I ran upstairs to try to help whoever it was, when I got to the top of the stairs I saw through the crack in the door my mother struggling to fight off someone in a hoodie. "Finn run!" She yelled and she slammed the door closed. I couldn't move but when blood leaked under the door and started to open I ran to my brother's bedroom and hid in the closet shaking vigorously and trying not to breath. Then the door was kicked open and the man said "Come out come out wherever you are." The man threw open the closet door and grabbed me by the hair and threw me out the window. I landed hard on my dad's car and the alarm went off the man's figure that was in the window disappeared I blacked out after that. When I woke up I just drove away never stepping foot back in the house again." When I came back to reality I realized I was telling my therapist all this about how I became the orphan I am today. 

"Finn we've been having these sessions for five years now I think maybe we should take a break so you can focus on your studies." He said looking at me quizzically, I happily agreed and stood to leave when I was walking to my car got a phone call from Jeffery my neighbor.

"Hey, uhm I let myself in cause I have no hot water at my place is that ok?" He asked I could hear my shower running in the background.

"Yeah that's cool, just don't forget to lock up when you're done." I said sliding in my car and starting it up.

"For sure and just because I'm an awesome neighbor I brought in your mail!" He laughed.

"Thanks Jeff." I said trying not to sound too in love. 

After a three hour drive I finally got home I walked up to my front door expecting it to be locked when the door opened I grumbled.

"Told him to one thing and he couldn't even do that ugh!" When I walked through the door Jeffery was sitting with no shirt on my couch playing Call Of Duty he saw me and smiled pointing to the counter to my mail. I smiled walking and picking up the stack sifting through it, "Bill, bill, bill, junk, junk, ooh what's this?" I said when the last envelope is in my hand its heavy and has my name written in cursive. I opened the envelope and took the letter out.

"Mr. Orellana, you have been selected to reside in an all-inclusive beautiful beachfront property on behalf of The Art Institute of California. It is located in Santa Monica, California, in the envelope there will be a key to the home. 420 Ocean Avenue the home is fully furnished and will be supplied with food and will be cleaned weekly. If you do not wish to live in the home, the key will be invalid after a week. Thank you and we hope you enjoy your stay." then a key fell out of the envelope and I smiled.

~Chris Brooks~

What is my uncle planning? I thought to myself as I held a key to his beach house. Why didn’t I get a letter but my friends did? I jumped as I heard a knock at my room door and my mom appeared from behind the door.