DARK SECRET

FAKE

Some people choose to be stuck for a careful choice rather than drowning in the drifting current until laughing at how the weakness is obvious. Or because they don't like themselves and half may not know what they are. Knowing and understanding yourself is sometimes the hardest thing.

One, two and three. Let's count how many people wear masks. Or how many masks are worn by people. Not intended to frighten, but sometimes it must be so to promote a power and image of the control holder, or maybe more than some people do it because of a situation.

Tonight the rain was accompanied by lightning, cold weather pierced on a leg that ran hastily to make a lizard at the end of the dress worn. Of course it has to do with Rabella. Already past one night and uphill for the second night, Rabela is still in Jeff's apartment. This time curled sweetly under an already random white blanket as a result of a hard grip as a hip stomp tormented her in passion. Pain, dizziness and lightheadedness favors. Maybe if described, stupidity has crept in Rabela if it concerns Jeff.

The man's head was dizzy, forced to wake up because of the sound of the bell plus the phone that kept ringing many times. The jet black hair is long until the eyes but the sides show the forehead so clear, he was exposed with fingers that combed back. If you're looking for the beauty of a morning, afternoon, evening or night the most beautiful and seductive is when you see Jeff waking up from his sleep. So sexy.

Her hand massaging the base of her nose found Grace's name on her phone screen. I can guess because Jeff was waiting for him. But it still makes Jeff quite upset. Not because Grace interrupted her sleep, but because the girl took a long time to come. Still with a dizzy head, he got up from his soft bed. Stand up carefully so as not to step on the syringe strewn on the floor.

When he got to the door, Jeff immediately opened it knowing Grace would definitely look on cynically in annoyance. Not much to say but just the look is pretty deadly. "Hello Grace's. Good_" Jeff hung up his words. Rubbing his eyes while glancing right and left, hitting together now? "Night," Jeff continued when he found his own wall clock.

Grace, who was at the door with both hands folded in her chest, looked at the man's face furiously. Not at all intending to lower his gaze.

"I know you've just woken up, but at least get dressed. Or pants. Or pull a blanket to cover your body. You're really naked? Meet me?" Grace shook her head inexhaustibly and immediately rushed in.

Jeff just smiled smirk and gave a brief ruckus. "You used to love it" Jeff said, closing the door. Then she followed Grace from behind.

Grace just sat down and crossed her legs. Followed by Jeff who sat on his sidewalk without guilt. The girl gave a heavy sigh - running out of words. Even he immediately rose from there to Jeff's room while babbling. "You gotta wear something, you idiot. Outside of the heavy rain. Chilly. You can get sick! Well, what until I get it?"

Jeff smiled silently.

Grace was shocked when she opened Jeff's room door. Rabella fell asleep there. You can say sleep or not. Syringes, tranquilizers, and fragrant sp*rma are pollinating. Grace knew exactly what they were doing. He turned his head and immediately gave an intimidating look at Jeff who was smiling so sweetly as without sin.

It was hard to deal with this man who seemed to have already lost his sanity. Grace finally came in. Walk carefully opening the closet and grabbing another blanket that was there. Immediately return to the living room and cover Jeff's body. "Stop acting stupid" Grace said with a worried look.

The sitting Jeff looked up, looked at Grace and smiled. It is impossible to understand what that smile means. "You still care about me?"

The girl gasped and stuttered for a while before she took complete control of herself. "I care more about the girl in your room. What's-her-name? The rabella? Jeff, are you crazy? He could die!"

"Which are you more afraid of? Am I dead or is he dead?"

"Jeff_"

"Am I a killer or am I dying horribly?"

I don't know how many times Grace took a breath and sighed so heavily. The oxygen around it seems to be thinning in an improper way.

And the question Jeff asked, the answer was yes to everything. But just like before, there are some things that do not need to be disclosed.

"You got what I asked for?" grace asked, extending her hand.

Jeff just smiled because to Grace, the question was rhetorical. "Take it next to the tv." replied Jeff while directing with his chin.

Grace glanced at the small rectangular-shaped object. He immediately picked it up and a smile was painted there.

"Rabela took it. She's a brave girl. L like it. Just like you."

"I'll send the payment to your account. Then, how did he get it?"

"Easy as it is, he pretends to be Tiara's grieving classmate. He came to visit the house of his friend who had just died. And make his mother touched, then leave him in the room and wush! The flash is in your hand."

Grace understood clearly. Because at this time Grace and the others are not able to just come let alone by themselves, because it will endanger them themselves. Many eyes are watching and making random speculations.

"So, you're really protecting Sean, huh? I heard your conversation with him."

"You shouldn't have listened to that."

"But you should know. Sean and I did it together."

"I know."

"So who are you gonna protect, Grace? Me or Sean?" ask Jeff seriously. His eyes looked at the girl inside. This time I had no intention at all to flirt or just flirt. He needs an answer.

Silent.

The look on Jeff's face was so sad that he finally couldn't help but laugh anymore. Laugh until you stoop. Nothing funny at all. Unlike Grace who still looks calm.

"Will it always be on his side? Funnier. Remind me of these words after you leave them. Just like you dumped me first," sarcophagus Jeff smiled cynically.

Grace's jaw is hardened. Both of his hands clenched tightly. Trying to control themselves. "Don't expect much. You and Sean are different."

"really? Is not everyone in your eyes the same? All just minions for you. A tool to get what you want?."

"You feel that way? Whoa! You know it, but you still do it. Thanks for the flash, my minion." Grace has no intention of arguing anymore. He has to do a lot of things. Rest is impossible for him.

"I don't want to pay money. I want you on my bed."

"You think I'm gonna make myself die? Ew!"

Jeff pulled his shoulder. "of course. Especially if I take Sean and Abel. You're gonna be the most beautiful party we've got."

I don't know what words Grace should say. What words can describe how fucking Jeffano is. "You're really a demon."

Jeff gasped to hear the sentence coming out of Grace's mouth along with lightning and lightning. Slowly he smiled. His memory refers to the message he gets. Everything really shows that Grace is the culprit. Grace's words and everything the girl knew.

"Maybe others don't know, but I know what you've done. We all know. Even in Tiara's funeral, Anya said so. At first I agreed with Karin, but I thought Anya had a point. Didn't you cause his death, Jeff?"

Jeff did not answer. Just chuckles. Because the answer is yes or no both will be free.

They were both suspicious at this moment.

"If you think I'm the worst of all of us, you're obviously wrong. Wait till you know what Abel can do."

Grace was stunned when Jeff said that. Lips vibrate. "Why are you carrying Abel's name in our conversation?"

Jeff put his shoulders back. "You always thought he was the best of us all. A good sister?" Jeff chuckles.

Then a moment later looked back at Grace cunningly. "You never know why he'd want to fuck you. Wants you more than you ever imagined."

Grace knows. He knew Abel liked him. He knew Abel wanted to be in bed with him. What he doesn't know is why does Jeff know about it?

And somehow Jeff said it like it was such a scary thing. Grace still did not understand and was curious at the same time.

"I have to go home" Grace said, ending this. "And Jeff, stop using Rabela like that."

"Why? Aren't we the same? Manpulative is our middle name, Grace Harmon"

They're same. But Grace knew there were a few different things and she didn't want Jeff to be like her.

While Jeff knew clearly that he was worse than that. More than Grace could have imagined. He knew that he had nothing to keep the girl by his side. Especially for what he has done.

Grace tried not to care. Turning immediately towards the door and Jeff just sat staring at the figure leaving. Such a sad and sad look.

"Grace.." Jeff calls to stop his footsteps suddenly. But not turning around. "Why did you say that I killed Tiara? while we both know who's most likely to kill him."

There's no reply. It was only silent until Grace stepped back and completely walked out the door.

As for Jeff's question of him protecting Sean or Jeff, the real answer is maybe he's protecting himself from himself anyway.

And about who's the worst, Grace knows it's not Jeff or anybody else. That was him himself. But he will never be able to stop because it has become a part of his life.

Jeff's bedroom door opens. Rabela came out with a body covered in blankets. Looked at Jeff with a confused face. "Jeff, who is that?"

Jeff smiled knot. "Someone who deserves to die, but must also live"