The girl who lived in the shadow

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4. Monica

10. 09. 2018.

When I was a little girl, people around me told me that when you looked someone in the eyes, you could see their secrets, lies, and demons. They told me how demos would eat their secrets and used them for their benefit.

Of course, I’ve never believed in those stories, but lately, I have a feeling that those stories weren’t just to scare the shit out of me, but also true.

I was hiding between the shadows of an old iron fence, watching how their demons were coming out, how their faces turned darker – surrounded with their desire.

“Just a little more,” he was moaning out loud while she was licking his dick from bottom to the top. Licking every inch of his shaft. He wrapped her blond hair into a ponytail with his hand so he could watch her brown eyes looking up to him.

She was sucking deeper and deeper, covering her red dress with her own saliva.

“I know. I can feel it,” she said before she started to suck his dick again. The way he moaned her name out loud, gave her a piece of pride.

She continued to suck his dick until he finally emptied himself in her mouth, covering her mouth with his sperm. Who would have thought that Mr. Petrovich still had something like this inside him?

“The same spot as today?” she asked him while she was fixing her hair. A devilish smile appeared on her face, and she felt proud of what she just has done. But that stupid bitch didn’t realize that with what she just has done, she betrayed her best friend.

“Of course, Romana.” He tried to kiss her, but she moved her head away. I always knew that Romana was a little devil. She had a spark that no one could miss.

Her hand went through his three-day beard which she loved so much on him. “We should go before someone sees us,” she said.

“You should return before Hana has a panic attack.”

Oh, she already did, I wanted to say, but I didn’t want to expose my secret hiding place. They were walking to his car when all of a sudden Romana stopped.

“Shit, I forgot the flashlight.” She turned around and started walking to the porch where the flashlight was placed, but immediately stopped when all of a sudden, a dead girl fell in front of her legs. Her white dress was covered with blood and her throat cut from the left side to the right side of her ear. Her blue eyes were open. They were looking at the stars on this black night. And her once-perfect blond hair was gone, replaced by baldness. Only a few blond locks were left behind.

“Margareth?!” Romana screamed out her name. In a matter of seconds, Mr. Petrovhich showed up next to her, and they were both looking down at Margareth’s dead body.

“You know her?” he asked her.

Romana nodded, tears started falling down her face. “Yes. She’s father Dan’s niece. She also goes to school with Hana and me.”

Mr. Petrovich went with his fingers through his hair. He is frustrated. His eyes traveled through the rooftop, seeing a shadow disappearing into the night.

“Fuck.” He kicked a rock. I laughed at the sight of that. This was much entertaining to watch then following Mr. Smith all day.

“Listen to me.” He turned to Romana. “We weren’t here. You didn’t see anything and don’t say a word to anyone. Especially Hana.” Romana was still crying.

“Okay,” she cried out. “But what about her?”

“Don’t worry about that, I will take care of it.” Both of them ran into the car, leaving the poor girl lying on the ground. Some scenes flashed through my mind, thinking how would Mrs. Natasha react when she would find out that her husband was sleeping with her daughter’s best friend.

As soon as they left, I walked out of the shadows and walked to Margaret’s body. I stared at her for a moment. She didn’t deserve this. My eyes went down to my feet where a phone was placed next to her body. I recognized this phone. It belonged to Romana.

Picking up the phone, I placed it into my left pocket, and squat down to close Margareth’s eyes. The next morning everyone will know Margareth Larson and what happened at this old orphanage.

“You stupid bitch,” I said, looking at the rooftop where a shadow was standing, watching me.

~ - ~

Walking through the crowd in my black dress, I watched how the students were dancing to a song that I didn’t know of. Apparently, it was a pretty famous song, but I sure as hell didn’t hear it before. Most of them were drinking and a lot of them were making out. I could swear that I saw a few of them fucking each other while I walked here.

It made me sad to think about how desperate people have become. Instead of taking a girl on a date, they fuck her on the tree.

“Here you are. I was searching for you.” I knew that voice. It belonged to John. I turned around to him and smiled. He had two beers in his hand.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked, and I nodded.

“No, but thanks for asking.”

He raised his eyebrow, a smirk placed on his lips. “Beer?”

I shook my head. “I would prefer some water if that’s okay with you.”

11. 09. 2018.

Raventown was a small town, with not so many people living in it, and yet, there was still shit happening in it. Never in a million years, I thought that a town with less of 10 000 people living in it could become so popular over one night.

Not only that everyone in the town knew what happened to Margareth, but it was also all over the news in entire America. Everyone knew who Margaret was, and I could say that she became a sensation during those couple of hours. People now knew who she was and about the whole town too.

Two hours ago, at dawn, two students from my high school discovered the body while they came here to smoke some weed. And now, two hours later, people from the whole town came here to watch the police doing their job.

Reporters from different towns came too. The story of a young girl found dead in the forest with her neck cut and hair shaved, is almost as juicy as a fruit. People all over America would love it.

I was standing behind the same old iron fence from yesterday, watching police officer Gersom, a black woman and a white guy in their suits getting out from a car. I couldn’t hear them, but I could certainly read their lips. It’s a skill that I perfected over the years.

The detectives were talking to Gersom, while Mr. Petrovich looked pretty nervous. He was searching for Romana’s phone. If they find it, he would be the first suspect, and his little secret would be out. I laugh at the thought of that. It would be a pleasure to see something like that.

The detectives were staring at the roof, searching for something or someone. Mr. Petrovich’s phone rang and he answered it.

“What do you mean she didn’t get home?!” he yelled, getting paler. Something happened, and I guess that they were talking about Hana.

“Where was she last seen?” Everyone turned around towards him.

“I will find her. Yes, I will call you.” He hung up. Both of the detectives turned to him. The black detective asked him what was wrong, and he told him that Hana is missing.

Like always, she stole the fucking show. Now not only Margaret will become the superstar, Hana will become too, but little do they know that she was a small part of this huge puzzle.

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