Her Video

My legs tightened as I hurried over to my room.

The minute I got near enough, I flung it open and stormed in.

I sat on my bed, my handbag still on my shoulder.

Samantha was a bitch! She was evil. She was an enemy of progress.

I dropped my handbag next to me on the bed and brought out my phone.

I blinked. She wasn't this way before, she was the sister I loved to be with.

The sister that stood by me against all odds.

We were sisters that every mother wanted to have.

Everyone thought we were twins because we had almost the same body stature and only a year difference.

Both now the table has been turned around to the point she wishes I wasn't her sister.

Just because of a mere guy. A family relationship scattered because of just one guy.

Tears prickled at the corner of my eyes. I brought out my white handkerchief and wiped it off.

"I wasn't going to shed tears because of that devil." I whispered.

My heart pounded. I buried my head into my hands.

"Samantha is the opposite right now."

I sniffed back hot tears that were still threatening to fall off.

I swallowed hard and stared at the screen of my phone. A message just entered.

I took it from beside me on the bed and unlocked it.

It was a message from an unknown person.

My heart skipped a beat immediately I tapped on a video sent.

It was Samantha's nude video. How on earth was that ever able to leak?

I froze. My lips trembled as I read, paused it and read the message beneath the video.

"After the humiliation you suffered, I decided to send this to you."

I placed my hand on my racing chest and exhaled.

I quickly turned off the phone and dropped it.

What on earth did I want to do with her nude video?

"Post it online and make her cry hot tears the same way you did." My first inner thought said.

"Noooo, don't do that. A silent revenge is the best if you post the video she might come up with something more humiliating. And you can't trust the person that sent the video." The other opposed.

I took in a deep breath and released it.

"But you'd save the video before the sender deletes it." The first inner mind said again.

I slightly nodded my head and picked up my phone.

I scrolled up to the unknown person number, tapped the video and saved it.

I'm still puzzled how people get to know my number. First it was James and now this unknown person.

I couldn't stop my mind from diverting to that video.

How on earth was someone able to capture her when she was plainly naked.

I shrugged it off. I shouldn't think too much about her. I have the video here with me now and I could use it the best time I needed it.

I stood up from the bed, pulled off my foot wear and moved towards the bathroom.

I didn't know why I was sweating all through. I needed to take a bath.

I stripped off my clothes and hung it on the plastic hanger.

I walked over to the washing hand basin.

I needed to rinse up my face before anything else.

I bent my head and turned on the water controller.

The cold water splashed on my cloth as I rinsed up my face.

I raised my head and that was when I remembered.

On my way back. Samantha said I should accept whatever she does to me.

I slightly chuckled. What if I post this on the platform?

There's no way she's going to be able to call herself the master of my game anymore.

I closed the washing hand basin tap and strolled over to the bath tub.

I took in a quick breath and stepped into it.

The strands of hair on my skin rose up as it came in contact with the cold water.

That was the exact temperature of water I needed right now.

I balanced myself in the tub and shut tight my eyes.

I was trying to put off Samantha and her threat when I remembered James.

Of course I should text him. He hasn't even told me how he got my number.

Probably from Ivy or Emile. That guy was something else.

A broad smile appeared on my face as I stopped the tap and stood up.

I couldn't just stop imagining what came to his mind the second he saw me in his bathroom.

Ooh shit! I was such a dumb ass. Instead of me quickly dashing out I still stood and stared at his enticing biceps.

Oh girl! I tapped my head. Well it was all for the good.

I dried myself up and walked out of the bathroom.

I went to the wardrobe on the other side of the room.

Took out some underwear and a short blue gown.

I straightened up the gown and walked back to the bed.

My hands trembled as I took out the phone.

I unlocked it and scrolled to his account. He was even online!

I quickly turned down the phone. What the hell was wrong with me.

The worst part was that I couldn't even put myself together to chat with him.

I summoned courage, put on the phone and tapped his account.

My eyes lanes on the notification that popped up the second I entered into his account. There was an update on his status.

Oh my God! He posted himself performing on a stage. He was strikingly handsome.

His outfit was perfect on him and the way he held the mic was like he was born for that.

I blinked rapidly. Perhaps that was why he didn't come to school and it wasn't really my fault.

"Hi." I texted him.

For almost two minutes he didn't reply even after he had seen it.

What was wrong? I deleted the first message and sent him another one.

"Saw your post. You look good." I texted again.

My heart raced as my eyes lanes on the icon that he was texting back.

I exhaled, moved back and relaxed my back on the pillow.

My breath hitched. He hasn't replied for almost two minutes and yet the icon was fine.

I shrugged. Perhaps this wasn't the right time to text him.

I got out of the app, diverting to another app when a call came in.

It was from Project Partner. I had saved his number from W******p the day we became partners.

My fingers trembled as I moved the call button to the right.

"Hello, Clara." His sharp masculine voice rang out.

"Hello." I said, more like a whisper.

"I'm sorry for not replying to you on W******p. Calling was better. Right?" He said.

I smiled slightly. He was such an ass hole. At least he could have replied to me first.

"Yes." I mouthed.

"Okay, are you busy?" He asked.

"No." I responded, biting my lower lips.

"Okay, if you don't mind..." He paused.

"I'm listening." I responded.

"Let me take you out."