All Chapters of Dirty Little Secrets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

SUMMER'S POV I arrived at the club very late. I knew I was going to be scolded by Mr Noel, the club manager, but I cared less. Life was already hard enough for me. I clutched my bag, so tightly like my depended on it. Because my life really depended on it. I walked in, slowly. The club reeked alcohol and cigarettes. Only the well-known are allowed in this club. Everything seen and heard, never leaves the place. I only liked the pay, not the job. But I can't be picky. I'm in a tight spot, already. And there came that voice, that I hated the most- Mr Noel. "Dark Bird! How dare you come late? Do you think money and customer grows at the back?" I slowly turned to him, my eyes were tired already. "I do have an explanation." "Keep your damn explanation to yourself. I will let it go, because the customer likes you. But the next time, you come late, you are fired. Get that into your head!" He lashed out. "Now get your ass, into the dressing room. Look sexy and put on a smile." He c

SUMMER'S POV I gradually woke up, but yet again in a strange but comforting apartment. I stood up slowly, trying not to a make a sound-my head still throbbing seriously. The air felt so fresh, as I sighed in relief.I began to feed to my eyes. The house was magnificent: high ceilings, soft recessed lighting, a massive king-sized bed that probably cost more than everything I owned. Heavy curtains blocked out the night. A sleek guitar leaned against the wall like it belonged in a magazine spread, books, clean surfaces. Money screamed from every corner.I noticed, I wasn't in my own clothes. Panic rushed through me. "Who changed my clothes?" I thought.I saw down again, I tried to calm myself down. The event of yesterday burned through me, in ways I couldn't explain. How I was almost raped. How my secret was almost leaked. And how my knight in the shining armour saved me, from some psychopaths.Speaking of knight in the shining armour, I observed the room, but carefully this time.Then

SUMMER'S POV This must be a dream, and I need to wake up from it now."George, can you tap me?" I asked, still fixing my eyes on the pasted list."You've found you name?" He asked instead and check it out again. "Congratulations, girl! You are singing. That like everyone music student's dreams." He squealed."I'm fucking paired with Kingsley Roberts." I screamed. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me."Sorry!" George apologized and dragged me into the class."Is being paired with someone a bad thing for you?" He asked me, as we both sat down. "It is meant to ease your workload. You know most of the Orientation showcase are solo. You should be happy." He scolded me."I would be happy if it was someone else. But it is the guy from the club." I whispered."What?!" He screamed. "You mean the one who saved you from those psychos in the club?" He whispered."He sure did save me and now wants to ruin me." I slowly said."This is bad. Really bad!" George sighed. I was so de

SUMMER'S POV I barely slept. The photograph of Clyde sat behind my eyes every time I closed them. Him laughing, completely unaware. The casual cruelty of it — that someone had been close enough to my brother to frame that shot, and he never even felt the shadow. I was out of bed before my alarm. I made Clyde's breakfast, watched him eat it, and smiled at everything he said about his first day. He talked about his new classmates, about a project brief he'd already gotten, about how the department head had this massive oil painting behind his desk that Clyde was convinced he could do better. "You probably could," I told him honestly. He beamed. I waited until George's car honked outside and Clyde grabbed his bag and thundered down the stairs before I let myself stop smiling. The message from the landlord came at half past nine, right in the middle of my second lecture. My phone buzzed against the desk and I glanced down out of habit, expecting George complaining about how borin