Secrets. Our most prized possession of all. We all have them and yet they can either make or destroy us. In this town, those well-kept secrets were buzzing all around me.

The thing about secrets is that most people wear them on their sleeves. We all make mistakes or have done something we need to keep a secret, but if that one thing gets out, it will cause a downfall. Everything we worked so hard for, everything we wanted to keep the secret for, will all crumble in the blink of an eye when that gets revealed. So for us, those secrets are what made us into a family. It is what created a strong bond and guided us through our senior year of high school. It was everything. Especially since it all started with my secret.

My secret was one of the ones that needed to be well kept, although at the time I didn't know it, but it would cause more harm than good if it got out. The only thing is, it always managed to get out. It didn't matter how much I begged or tried to not give in, none of it mattered. It was like a tidal wave, pulling me in until I could only fight for so long and succumbing to its powers. It was greater than me. Anytime my secret got out, we had to move. My mom would pack up our bags and move us around to a whole new town and plead with me the same thing, "be careful and don't let anyone in." When I was younger, it took a while but getting older made me realize I needed to keep my sunglasses on. We found out they helped fight things, so I never took them off if I could help it.

My secret was the ones the special forces of the government should have guarded and I'm sure we moved around a lot because if they ever found me, I would be under their watch. You see, my secret wasn't something I could control, it just came to me. I didn't ask for it nor did I want it. The saying goes, "eyes are the windows to a person's soul," but no one knew that better than me. I wasn't like your typical person, I was borderline supernatural. With one look into your eyes, I could tell your dirty little secret. All of them, even the ones you believed to be insignificant. I could see it all. I was supposed to guard it as if it were a missile, but it turns out I handed the controllers to someone who wanted to see the world burn.

It all started with a rumor that turned out to be factual, all thanks to Gregory Kingston. He was an all-American football player and although he lacked brains he had good looks and money to back him. The football team was small here and not many people cared for it. That didn't stop him and his group of friends from terrorizing the rest of the school. With philanthropy parents who donated sums of money to the school, kept him out of trouble. They weren't rich but they were well enough to afford lavish things since they owned one successful car dealership. Many would say Kingston was a misunderstood soul, but I think we are all misunderstood, it's just some people have the power and position to get away with acting crappy. Although Kingston isn't relevant anymore, there was a time when he was. Especially the day he and two of his friends cornered me outside of the school gym.

"Hey there freak of nature," he sneered at me as the other two goons laughed at the new nickname. I look at him through my dark sunglasses, thankful to not be able to make out his eyes. I gulp as his eyes rake over me, afraid of what he was thinking. He scoffs again, "don't flatter yourself, you're definitely not my type." He grabs me by my collar and pulls me up to meet him face-to-face. "I was just wondering about a rumor I heard from an old friend, but looking at you up close, I think he was pulling my leg. You're nothing but a weak pathetic girl." He pushes me down with such force I hit the wall behind me and slide down it as he leers at me from above. "You see, my parents and I took a trip down the coast about 7 hours from here," my body became stiff and my breathing became more laborious, "I met a guy who claimed to know you." My eyes instantly fall to the floor as I start repeating in my head, it's not true. This isn't happening. "I might not have paid attention to you before but he described you and when I came back, low and behold, the spitting image of who he was referring to. Anyway, he said you were a freak and to stay away. So as you know, curiosity got the best of me and he told me your secret." Kingston lets out a humorless and cruel laugh. "He started telling me this elaborate story about how you can see inside people's thoughts just by looking into their eyes. You were truly a freak of nature and freaks-" his voice turns more sour, "need to die." He raises his leg and kicks me in the stomach as the other two laugh and cheer him on. Suddenly, the school fire alarm goes off and the three thugs start looking around as people start piling through the doors. I take the chance and scramble out the doors as well, leaving a dumbfounded idiot staring at the spot I had been moments before. I don't look back but I hear a groan and a kick, knowing it's him, as I blend in with everyone.

When I reach my house, the first thing I do is rush to the bathroom and throw up the bile that has risen in my throat. The thoughts of him knowing had me clutching onto the seat as I emptied my stomach. How was I going to keep living here? We would have to move, again. Once the throw-up settles down, I wipe my mouth with my sleeve jacket and fall beside the bathtub in a small corner. My hands instinctively come to cover my face as the tears fall. I can't do this to mom again. I can't. She had promised me this town would be different and we would have a good life here, all I had to do was keep my head down.

The door opens and I hear her feet shuffling through the house. The tears start rolling down faster and with more fury as I dread telling her what happened. "Gracy," she yells, I don't respond but I know she knows where I am. This has happened more than I care to admit. Me being a weak girl and giving into the suffocating feelings that it is being me. I was a burden to everyone around me, especially my own mother who just wanted to do what was best for me. Being a single mom was hard enough, having a child with my tendencies was borderline chaotic. We lived our lives in fear of when I'd be found out. So all I had to do was keep my head down and not look at anyone.

"But I had," I whisper as more tears fall. I had listened and done everything right and yet my secret was on the edge of being exposed.

"Gracy, sweethearts," my mother comes and instantly wraps me up in her arms. "What's wrong?" She lifts my head and fixes my sunglasses. I can see her face pale as she looks at the footprint mark that Kingsley had left as a reminder of my failure. She sits next to me in a fetal position before wrapping her arms on her knees. "Don't tell me-" pause, "it will be alright-" her voice is barely above a whisper as if reassuring herself and only her. She finally turns to me, "did they?"

"No-" I tell her, "but they heard a rumor." And like a scared child, I clutched my mother and she wrapped her arms firmly around me. "Mommy, I'm scared."

"Don't be, it's just a rumor and all you have to do is avoid. Can you do that for me, Gracy?" I stay silent. "Can you-" she lifts my head slightly, "Hmm?"

I nod my head as she smiles. And that was that, but within the week, everything changed.

It was a Tuesday in the afternoon when an alarm blared through the small town, alerting us to a possible earthquake. I was in study hall that afternoon, sitting in isolation while Miss Ashlyn, the teacher, helped those who needed it. She was pretty young at 25 with 3 years of teaching under her belt but brand new to the school. She had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, and although smaller she had curves for days. Many people would stare at her and it made me wish I could have that kind of effect on others, but I was plain and ordinary Gracy Hall. To many, I was a nobody, to Kingston I was a freak of nature. Eight people were in the room and Kingston happened to be one. He sat there with one leg over the other and arms wrapped tightly around himself as he looked at me with a disgusted face. He hadn't believed the rumor but he still quite didn't not believe it. It seemed he watched me closer, calling me a freak while his goons did the same, and waited as if I would turn around and tell him what he was waiting to hear. I didn't. I couldn't.

The alarm sent everyone into a state of panic. Many people fell to the floor while others ran out the door. Miss Ashlyn stood up in the mist and yelled, "Everyone remained calm," but as soon as she said it, all hell broke loose. The earthquake rippled in seconds as the desk shook and fell over. Windows broke as kids toppled into each other and the window lights gave out, crashing out and blocking the door. I could see the electrical current rippling through, especially since my sunglasses had managed to fall off, me along with it. I lay sprawled on the floor as the earthquake continued to rumble through before it all stopped. Suddenly there was no more piercing screams or sound of cracking windows, but silence. At that moment, I quickly get to a crawling position as I look for my sunglasses like Velma from Scooby Doo, wanting to yell out "My glasses, my glasses, I can't find my glasses."

I could see them beyond the frightened kids and rapidly make my way towards them before a small slender hand picks them up. I watch in horror as they lift from my eyesight and up to hers. I stood by her feet as she cast a wary glance down at me. I avoid contact as I see the sunglasses go behind her back as she crouches down to be at eye level with me. "Gracy, right? Are you okay?"

I could tell she wanted to be nice and comfort me but all I needed was her to be far away from me. The proximity was too much and I could feel my breathing escalating to where I was hyperventilating. Like a drug-addicted focus on their next fix, I ignore her and stretch out my hand to grasp that sliver of hope she holds in her hands. I needed my sunglasses. Just as I'm about to reach them, she is yanked up by Kingsley as he sneers down at me. "Don't go near that freak, Miss Ashlyn."

She doesn't pull away, my hands remaining fixed on his hold of her. I didn't dare look up but I could sense the malice edged in his voice in contrast to her sweet one. "She's afraid, Gregory and don't call your fellow classmates names." She crouches down again, his hand still in a viper-like grip on her as if waiting to pull her out at any moment he senses danger. He acted like I was a wild animal, just waiting to pounce.

"I'm fine," I muttered trying to control my breathing. It was giving me away. Everything was not fine. However, this time, she grabs my chin and guides my face to look at her and like clockwork, that's when I see it all.

The foggy window in the crisp cold room makes her nipples perk up as she's pressed against the window of her hotel room on the 7th floor, overlooking the city. If her moans and the grunts of the man behind her weren't loud, I swear I could hear the car horns blaring from underneath them. This wasn't a business trip but a trip for pleasure. His hand, with a wedding band on his ring fingers, hovers over hers, no traces of a wedding ring imprint in sight, as he presses it into the thick glass and pounds into her. Her blue eyes glow a shade lighter as he hits her point of pleasure.

"Please-" I heave as I stay fixed on her worried eyes, "stop looking at me."

But she doesn't. Instead, she says, "I don't understand, are you okay? Do I need to call the school nurse? Were you hurt?" Her concern makes me weep as I see the story continue to unfold.

The guy who stood behind her looked like the older version of the guy who currently stood next to her looking at me in displeasure. "Affair," I muttered and her brows furrowed in confusion. Just then, the pictures came again and I saw Kingston's dad grab her chin, the wedding band cold against her hot skin, and guide her away from the window to fall on all fours in front of someone else. She opens her mouth wide, wanting it to be filled as Mr. Kingsley fills her from behind, awaiting in both agony and pleasure. He withdraws from her and she takes a deep breath before two people simultaneously penetrate her, and make her whimper in pure ecstasy. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as the two men groan in their own pleasure. They couldn't believe a hot young teacher wanted them both and took them both so well. Mr. Kingston pounds her from behind, only to scoot her mouth into taking the other dick deeper while the guy in front grasps her chin and helps guide her to all the right spots but every thrust of his hips backed her even more deeper into Mr. Kingsley, both creating a rhythm. They all moan in pleasure before my eyes shift to him.

"Kingston too- '' I whisper and see the same thing from his point of view. I watch as he lets go of her chin and grabs her strawberry blonde hair in his hand before yanking it harder, driving her insane as she gives into her pleasure. Both men used her like a ragged toy for their pleasure, but she enjoyed it, she craved it. "All three of you-" I gasp, "but your dad's married to your mom-" I say without thinking. Just then I watch it all dawn on Miss Ashlyn and she hastily lets me go. My head finally lowers and I gulp in defeat. I had just let my secret be revealed by revealing hers.

"How did-" her eyes widen in fear as she finally yanks her hand free from Kingston and does the only thing she can do, run.

"This wasn't supposed to happen-" I mutter, "I'm sorry- I-"

I am silenced by Kinston as he cuts me off by saying, "They weren't lying, you really are an abomination that deserves to die," and just like that, he kicks my head and I fall to the floor.

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