The Secrets

“That’s none of your business. Get out!”

Instead of listening to his words, she sat on his bed and voiced out, “You can spend nights in my room, and I can’t be here for a couple of minutes?”

Without saying anything, he reached out for her and grabbed her arm, pulling her up in the process. His actions made her pout.

“Can’t you tell me about your mother? I am curious,” she voiced out.

“You don’t have the right to. Next time, it wouldn’t end nicely for you if you enter my room.”

“I am sorry if it is a sore spot, but what’s with your attitude? Can’t you be more, well, personable?”

She frowned.

He sneered.

“I already hate it that I can’t hate you enough.”

This was frustrating.

“Why are you so adamant on hating me!? With the way you act, one would think I killed your parents or something!” she exclaimed.

“That’s because you did.”

His words caught her off guard.

“W-What?” she slowly asked.

“You are the reason my mother is dead.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened at it. Blake’s gaze gave her chills, and