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The question repeats itself in her head; should she take it?

No?

Yes?

No!

Yes!

Rose thought back to the mice that ran across her feet when Iran locked her in that damn, cold closet, and the way he carried himself around the school, as if he was a fucking king. Like he owned the place.

To which-in a way, he did.

She shook her head, the devil was winning.

The diary rested in Rose's hand, looking up at her, as if waiting for her to make a decision.

Slowly, she removes her backpack from her back and opens it. She still wonders if she should take it.

Her mind told her yes, but her heart told her no, and lately her heart has not been the most reliable asset, for one; you-know-who and the breakup.

Rose slips the diary in her backpack without another thought and locks the locker.

She swings her it over her shoulders and hurries to first period, continuously looking behind her.

When she entered the class, she noticed there was a new science teacher. A man. He smiles at her presence and Rose takes a seat after saying good morning. She sat through the period with sweaty palms, and an abnormal heartbeat. Whenever someone looked her way, she began to feel guilty, as if they knew what she had done earlier. If only they did know, they'd probably despise her even more.

First period finishes and quickly, Rose rushes out the classroom hitting shoulders with other exiting students. Once in the open hallway, her eyes met the restroom and she headed for its entrance.

Entering an empty stall, she locks the door, and plops down on the toilet lid. She lifts her backpack, in which the diary still reside, and lays it on her lap. Rose takes the diary out of her backpack carefully, as if it was a stolen exhibit belonging to a museum.

Probably going to be, when I'm done reading it, she thought.

Slowly she opens the diary, her fingers trembling with fear. She wasn't scared that Iran would find out that she had stole his diary, but of what she might find in it.

It was a diary after all, people write their most secrete thoughts in them. But seeing who Iran was, he didn't seem like the type to write 'he felt sad today.' Either way, Rose kept her hopes up.

Turning to the first page of the book, she begins to read;

July 3, 2015

I don't know why mother would give me a fucking diary for my birthday. Does she expect me to write about how much I love Justin Bieber?

Brian and Ryan got to design their own hotels in Dubai. Diran went with father to L.A. to work on business. He's always been a father's boy, wanting to take over the company when he is older. Mother continues to treat me like a baby, saying, I'm her little baby and will always be. I'm fourteen. Almost fifteen. Almost sixteen. Almost seventeen. Almost eighteen, a legal adult.

Rose's mood lightens after reading the first entry, she felt as if she was in his head, rummaging around. Opening little draws stored with information, that unlocked Iran Col.

A black lined bookmark sticks out in the middle of the book, and curiously, Rose flips the page to the bookmark and reads:

September 5, 2018

It haunts me every night. I wake up in sweat. Visions of my father and that women.... kissing. Undressing. Touching. I can't think about anything else. I hate it, I hate everything. And most of all, I hate him.

I saw a girl today. Rose. Rose something. Brian went on about how beautiful she was all afternoon.

No she is not beautiful. Just like any other girl; she is needy and a gold digger.

As fucked up as I am, I threw her in a closet. Even more fucked up; I don't really regret it, she thought she could command orders in my school.

Rose blushes as she read it, she'd never thought of a boy writing about her.

This is all wrong! Rose slams the book close, mad at herself for stooping so low.

So wrong!

She stares down at the closed book, she wanted to read on, but she shouldn't, that, she knew. Her palms began to sweat again-- even more this time, and tempted, she opens the book again. The entry was all written in red marker, scribbled, as if the person had been drunk while writing it.

May 18, 2016

I hate my father. He is not a man. He is an animal. And I hate that woman! How dare she touch my father in such a disgusting manner. How dare she kiss my father. How dare my father kiss her. My poor mother, in love with an animal.

Rose jumps in shock, grasping her chest-- as she's about to turn another page, the bell sounds above.

Shit!

She gathered her things quickly, slipping the diary back in her bag.

Rose exits the bathroom, and immediately, she spots Brian Col. He lazily leaned against the wall, engaged in whatever was on his phone. She keeps her head down as she stroll pass him, remembering what she had just read, and what he thought of her.

Rose had gotten home from school, and she was excited and scared to read on. The diary was all she thought about, it swarmed her mind, but also had her unwillingly thinking of Iran.

She runs to her room and closes her door. Rose opens Iran's diary once again and continues to read. She had learnt that Mr. Col had cheated on his wife, and a sickening feeling in her stomach told her no one knew of this.

September 4, 2018

School starts tomorrow, I'm not that excited, but it's whatever.

She flips to the page before.

September 3, 2018

I want to tell mother. I need to tell mother. I have to tell her what I saw. I should tell her what I saw. But I won't. Because I'm fucking messed up. School is starting soon, It'll distract me. The assignments should keep me busy. I wonder if father knows I saw him. I wonder.....

Rose suddenly starts to feel sorry for Iran, she had never thought of him being in a situation like this.

She contemplates whether she should continue her mission. She had already done so much, she now knew a secret that possibly only her and Iran shared. And not just any secret, a secret that could ruin a family.

You've gone too far now, there is no turning back, the voice in her head told her, and plus, he shouldn't of threw you in a closet, he had no right.

The imaginary devil on her shoulder knew just what to say to make her ignore the feeling that told her to give up, and that night; Rose continued her mission with new found confidence.

She was going to do this and right!

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