The Truth

His Secret, My Lie, The Truth

Chapter 1

I looked at my phone and saw it was 3:00 AM. The wild party at Chris's house was getting out of hand, and dad is going to kill me for coming home late.

Getting up from the pool chair, someone splashed me with pool water. Nice going swimmer, I thought, annoyed.

I made my way through the drunken crowd of people dancing and made my way to the front door. The front yard was no different than inside. Cups were everywhere, lunatics ran naked, and people made out holding their glass bottles of alcohol.

I got in my black VOLVO and took off in a speed of 50mph into the black starry night. The roads were empty this time in Paris, so the speeding doesn't matter. There was plenty of wind and my clothes were almost dry.

I got to my house in no time and the tall, posh, looming gates were open. My dad being the CEO of At&t is no surprise that we can afford this house. And I know my dad is waiting for me inside. Yet, to tell you the truth, I'm not Ms. Goodie two shoes, so that wasn't a surprise.

I get myself in lots of trouble, but let me tell you this. I was the shyest, sweetest girl ever until my mom left, and I just broke down.

I dragged my feet through the well cut grass, delaying talking to dad, until my house steps were right in front of me. I climbed them slowly then came the door, then took a deep breath and entered my house. I slammed the front door shut, letting the quiet house know I'm here.

I left my muddy shoes on and stomped my way up the stairs, knowing my dad will stop any moment for a consequence over being late.

After three grand stairs, my senses were right. I turned my head to the left where doors to the living room flew open, where I heard the windows shake to my right. An unhappy dad, and the woman I will always hate, my step-mom, made a grand entrance. My step-mom is always up to trouble finding out ways to get me out of the house.

She hates that my dad always puts his attention on me. Looking at the way she twirled her long, brown hair made me sick, and I had to stop myself at glaring at her. What does my dad see in her? I ask, looking at her up and down.

"That's it, Jennifer. You're moving in with your brother! "My dad spat. Seriously, this? Just for being late?

I never felt this small like this in my own home. It's like when my mom disappeared the joy of being home, or coming home, did too.

My dad would not send me to my brother just for just being late, surely? Staring in to space my head turned to Tiffany, my step-mom.

Okay, so what have you cooked up this time? I thought while glaring at her. She seemed to be in a good mood by the smile that is planted on her face.

Looking at the white painted ceiling, I sighed and looked at my dad. "What is it this time? Did you get a call from school? Or was it the police? Oh let me guess; your new wife?" By his face expression I hit the Jackpot.

"How could you threaten to kill her?" My dad looked angry, and that woman was fake crying now. How can she easily go from smiling to fake wet tears? Must be an evil witch thing she does.

"What happened to trying something new, huh?" My dad said. I looked at that woman with disgust. How could she do this to me? Jennifer, don't cry, I thought, you don't take bullshit from no one, remember?

"What? Are you kidding me? You're really going to believe that woman's word?" I shouted in disbelief. Where does this woman come up with these ideas?

"Jennifer, your behavior has changed and you have been acting out. First, there was the cutting, and then you coming home late after that the police report. I just can't take this anymore. I've already informed your brother, so go pack up," he said, throwing his hands in the air.