Deadly Secrets

One

Tragedy on Chestnut Crescent

Just one big blood wrenching scream. And then more screams and panic.

It came from the back garden and me and Tom rush out in panic. We didn't even know what it was but it was obviously bad. People were screaming. As we make it outside we push past some of the panicky girls who were screaming and some had started to cry. It was honestly like being in a horror movie. And that was a genre I never wanted to find myself in. But I had found myself in it. As soon as some girls manage to move out of the way I see what the panic is about. And I was left in shock.

Two weeks earlier

Boredom wasn't even the word. I felt like this every time I had to cover for my dad who always seemed to constantly be away at meetings. Not many people came in the shop a day anyway I don't even understand how dad is making money. He promises to pay me every shift I take for him but he forgets a lot and when I remind him I just get verbal abuse back. I flick through a random magazine I picked up from the shop on the way here. To be honest I wasn't even reading it I was just looking at all the pictures and the clothes advertised in it, noting in my head which ones I liked so I could order them with the money I deserve to get paid for covering in the dullest shop in Cardiff. I blow my cheeks out in exasperation, showing the clear sign that I was bored out of my skull. I really just wanted to go home and binge watch The Good Place was that too much to ask?

"Hi, sexy." A voice suddenly pops up.

I stop looking at the magazine but I don't look up. I didn't need to because I knew exactly who it was. The regular emo guy who only pops in to see me. I should be flattered but he's lowkey the most creepiest guy I've ever encountered and he's scarily obsessed with me. One time he found my Instagram and I see he had liked three pictures from years ago and wasn't ashamed of it. He first came in to buy a new phone charger and unfortunately I was on a shift, so he saw me. That was the start of the never ending obsession.

I exhale through my nose and flicker my eyes up at him. No matter how uninterested I made myself towards him, he never got the hint and always said I was so cute playing 'hard to get' typical.

"Come to get a new phone charger?" I ask sourly, but despite having an attitude towards him, he typically still finds it the 'cutest' thing ever and a grin raises on his face.

"Don't be silly, sweet cheeks! You know I came in to see my favourite girl." He moves his hand to touch my cheek and I quickly move his whole arm the other way, while looking back at the magazine.

I hear him sigh. Maybe he's finally got the message that I'm not into him and he can fuck off out of this shop. Out of my life.

"Look, we've known each other for a while now...how about I take you to a rock concert. I got a spare ticket." I hear him fiddling his hand about in his pocket, hearing the sound of old sweet wrappers and I rub my forehead, still staring at the same page of the magazine I've been staring at for a bit now. "Here we are."

Wait was he actually being serious? I lift my head and my eyes land on him to see him holding two crumpled tickets and showing them off proudly like they were a couple of gold medals. Ah, he was serious.

I snap my magazine shut and shift my whole body so I was directly facing him, I see his face hold up a look of hope, probably thinking I was ready to accept the offer. "Dan-"

"It's Draconia." He interrupts, his face falling slightly and his smile sliding slightly lopsided. It wasn't like I fully offended him. For fuck sake. His name is Dan.

"Draconia." I correct, making his face light up again in delight. "How many times do I have to tell you that I have a boyfriend."

Dan had paused for a moment like someone had just took the battery out of him and he'd just fully stopped working. I was cheering internally because I finally think he's got the message. I must've told him that I have a boyfriend about 500 million times and it just never went in. However right now might be the iconic day that he finally accepts defeat.