CONFESSIONS

"Can you explain why you are here?" Rye spat the moment we locked eyes, her lips were curled downwards and she folded her arms around her chest. She glared at me through her long eyelashes and wrinkled her nose in displeasure, her barely packed ponytail and loosely worn pajama pants made it clear that she had hurried come out here

Good. I had riled her up. This was better than I had imagined.

"I need your help," I said simply – going straight to the point as I had always done ever since I was a child. Rye seemed to find it funny though, her lips curled upwards as she wriggled her lashes at me in what I assumed was disbelief, her heavily medicated glasses sat on her nose, fitting perfectly into her oval face.

"And why would I help you?" she gritted out in a nasty tone. In reality, she wasn't a nasty person at all, Rye was a kind person who was just unfortunate enough to be raised by the wrong people.

"Because you don't want me to release this," I said as I waved my phone in her face an