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Hours After
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At midnight, the rain finally stopped. Mom told us to pack our things and head back home. I was glad she didn't ask anything in the meantime.
The crickets were the only things breaking the silence. It was cold, and I hated it even more. Ever since Bennett died I hated cold weather.
The smoke fainted a bit, thankfully, but the smell didn't. There was that annoying smell that scrunched up my nose the whole walk.

"We're here!" Mom sang as she shoved the keys in.

She breaks the darkness by tapping the lights on one by one. Then scrambles to the kitchen, her favorite place, I suppose. Logan does nothing but laying on the couch with his legs stretched over the table with a TV remote resting in his hand.

I head upstairs to my room with exhausted legs. It's habit. Putting down my backpack, I decide to take a shower. It's been a rough day and I can't go off easily being under the rain for hours without having a quick shower. So, Grabbing my towel and spare clothes, I head to the bathroom.

After about twenty minutes I come back with towels wrapped around my head and body, revealing only my legs and shoulders.

Before something dings.

My face snaps over my backpack. Must be Naomi or something. Pulling the zipper over, a ray of light spills out of the bag.

Only, it wasn't my own phone.

Someone messaged Bennett.

I tremblingly take out the phone. The wallpaper was plain black with gorgeous designs on the edges, identical to the ones in Thompson's notebook, in gold color.

Diana:
517, I've sent the address
Sent: 10 minutes ago

Diana? I've seen that name on the notebook. But who would risk enough to message a dead persons phone?
I put the phone down and grab my own. Checking for new messages, Naomi didn't send me anything other than the one earlier today. The rest were dumb ads about god knows what.

" Who is Diana?" I angrily type the words. I need Naomi's help in tracking down Bennett's phone password. She has to have a few people for this job.

"Payment" She instantly replies. "He was scared the shit when he found out I knew everything, now talk" I type back.

"She's Tiffany's bitchy friend" she answers back.

"Wait a go, I found out about this. She had that mark one her forehead" I reply.

"The hell?!" She answers. "What did it look like?" Another message from her pops up.

"Shining under the light, the exact one the victims have on their napes except she had it on her forehead, so what?"

"She's the leader"

I froze. How can Naomi not tell me anything about this whole shit. The phone felt like a weight in my hands; my mouth dried from the sudden information. The world went in slow motion as I process what I just found out.

"Only Thompson's book can determine whatever she may be, I'm not exactly so sure about this" she remarked.

"Tomorrow, at the beach at 2 PM" I demandingly message her back.

Naomi doesn't know I have Thompson's First volume of book in my hands. I'm sure Diana isn't a full human. Thompson stated that the demons were decorated with 'X' on there foreheads. Could it be? Diana is also cursed? Or spelled?

If Diana is the leader, she must know about Bennett and so does Tiffany. And maybe Tyler, if Tiffany isn't cunning enough to hide it from him.
But before all these, I need to run a background check of the Lee family with Naomi's help, or else get trapped by them.

I put the phone back before I wear a new set of clothes. Taking one last look at the book, I decide to read it with Naomi. It's midnight anyways and not the ideal time to read spooky books about demons.

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Two Weeks Before The Incident
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Bennett led me down the rocky seasides. I press my diary tighter into my chest. I don't know what I would do if it was accidentally thrown in the sea, but I didn't want to find out.
His long hands clench tighter into mine as I step over every rock possible. The faint smile on his face never failed in staying with him.

"So what do you wanna do after Christmas?" I ask him.

He folded the end of his jeans till near his knees and slipped his feet inside the cool water; his socks beside him in a nice and neat pair.

"No clue, Maybe go out with my pals" he shrugs. "What about you?" He raises a perfectly made eyebrow.

"The same, except I've got no pals" I sketch on the sands. "You got me" He plops his hands on his chest with a smile.

"Wait, didn't you say you used to go out with Tiffany?" I suddenly ask.

Bennett instantly removes his feet from the water and rubs a hand over my pointless sketches, causing me to whine like a baby.

"She cheated on me with some guy, nothing worth affecting us or you" he grins at his mess.

"Dated anyone yourself, Tomboy?" He raises another brow while looking brightly into my eyes.

"Nope" I sketch once again.

"Yeah right, like I'd believe that" his palms push the side of my face away playfully. I chuckle at his action before carelessly falling on the sands.

I lay on my elbows, shoving my short hair out of my face while waiting for a response from him. He was giggling before it was cut off by him staring at the street above the beach. His face snaps over mine, his eyes wide in a bit of surprise.

"Seriously? Boys don't wanna date you?" He gestures at my sandy clothes.

"Do I look like a boys ideal girlfriend?" I sarcastically smiled. He nod in my surprise.

"You sure are" he states.

"Shut up" I smile as I push him by the arm.

And that was the last time I went out at the beach with him; until he asked me out, only to make me see him dead.

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Sorry I didn't update yesterday! And yes, I'll post who I imagine of Naomi soon!
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