Our Little Secret

Chapter 75

Sarah
"What the hell is this!" I yell and slam my phone down on the table in front of Jack. I've barely gotten through the front door and found Jack sitting by the kitchen table.

"What?" He answers irritatedly looking up at me.

"Oh don't you keep your eyes on me," I say with a low voice, inside I'm boiling with anger.

"Tell me what the hell this is instead!" I scream and shove the phone in his face.

Jack grabs it from my hand and looks at it with a frown, when he sees what's on it his face turns pale. My eyes are filled with fury and, if it were possible, there'd be smoke coming out of my nostrils.

"Oh shit." Jack mutters with his still on the phone.

"Oh shit? Oh shit? That's all you've got to say?" I shout. "You know I thought there was something-"

"Who sent this to you?" Jack interrupts me, standing and looking down on the phone screen.

"Don't you try to get out of this" I say accusingly, raising a finger at him and shaking my head.

"Look I know I messed up, alright." He agrees, much to my surprise, though he doesn't sound that concerned about it. "Who was it?"

"Jack-" I try again to keep his focus on me and the fact that I AM IN THAT PICTURE.

"It was Daniel, wasn't it?" He cuts me off, yet again, and I groan which is the only answer he needs.

"That fucking bastard." Jack mutters under his breath and before I know it he's thrown my phone on the kitchen table, passed me and is on his way out.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I yell after him and follow his steps, which surprisingly enough lead towards the garage. By now Jack has his jacket and shoes on and a pair of keys in his hand.

"Come back here, I'm talking to you!" I scream whilst running after him.

In the garage a fully repaired, black motorcycle is standing and I finally realize how Jack has gotten to and from school without riding with me.

"When did you finish with that? I ask puzzled.

How can I not have noticed? Am I really that unaware of what goes on in Jack's life?

"Weeks ago, now don't worry I'll take care of everything." Jack mutters as he starts the engine, barely looking my way. The motorcycle roars to life and soon enough he's on his way.

"Yeah well, you're not taking of me and our situation!" I call after him and then groan in annoyance. "I cannot believe this!"

I feel myself about to lose control of all my feelings and pick up a can, or whatever it is, throwing against the wall.

"How dare he just leave me and how dare he take those photos! I'm such a fool for trusting him!" I'm screaming with all my might, waving my arms around, hitting any possible thing I can. I don't know what else to do, how else to react.

The fact that those kind of photos of me even exist is just bizarre, why would Jack take those?

"A bet was made."

"A bet?" I say doubtfully. "What kind of bet?"

"A bet about you."

Today's earlier conversation comes flying into my mind and hits me like a punch in the face.

"He wouldn't." I whisper out loud, trying to deny all the clear signs. I shake my head in denial to rid myself of my thoughts, but the more I think about the more sense it makes. I bring my hands up covering my mouth in despair as I start to sob wildly.