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Mark - 4:22
For there is nothing hidden which will not be revealed , nor has anything been kept secret but that it should come to light.

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So as I open the mahogany door, engraved with tiny and mysterious symbols, I wonder what excuse am I going to say to my parents, but unfortunately, mom's gaze stills me.

Really. Like a hawk's sharp eye, she gives the most threatening mothering look. I feel like I one of the victims for the vulture's cruel hunt, due to the lengthy duration of time she stares at me.

And then suddenly, I realize that she was obviously waiting for my apology! It was only because of that butter knife in one of her palms hanging.  No. Waiting to cut the onions for the salad. At last, my senses tell me that she has to finish what she started! In the meanwhile her mischievous daughter comes and stands there for eternity! Even so, she doesn't even utter a sorry! I smile sheepishly, my face flushing me into a sorry state of ripened tomatoes.
" I'm sorry mom, uhh... "
I falter a bit, but when I think about those reassuring words in that abandoned piece of paper, I get the courage to start talking.

" Me and my friends had a refreshing time though we parted our ways differently due to a teeny weeny fight. But that's no problem!" I reassure when I sense her her face drooping suddenly.

"Besides, I got to meet a new friend!" I get slightly excited and sit on my comfy couch, folding my legs contently.

"So who is it?", she asks in an amused way as she very well knows I'm not a social or outgoing person inheriting the famous and only gene of my mom.

"It's some guy whose name is Flint?" I rather myself  stupidly but before she interrupts I somehow remember the name.
"No, it's Phil."

"Phil? Do you constantly like to befriend guys starting with Fi?", again she lets her mirth side take over. Yeah, I personally think she has good skills in sarcasm but I wonder how she never became the outgoing type.

Thankfully, she doesn't get too nosy as she waves me off with her hand, practically shooing away with her butter knife not wanting to be disturbed when she's making the scrumptious mayo topped salad.

"Off with you now.", she still says in an affectionate tone so I don't bother but ask,

"What about dad?" I mean, normalement, anyone would expect both the parents to be worried if their kids go out and doesn't not return by ten o'clock . But here it is seven o'clock. Yeah, in case if you are wondering, I sleep at eight o'clock .

"He's sleeping." my mom's annoyed tone answers me.

My dad is sharp contrast to my mom, relaxed, calm, thoughtful. So I just nod my head not all in confused why my dad would go to sleep.

I pad over the fluttery feathery velvet carpet and go up the stairs to my room. But then, I unmistakably hear my dad's voice which revibrates frigidly, releasing an aura of fierceness.

"You all have a few days left. You all will be exterminated if you couldn't do the job you were supposed to look after. "

I gasp inaudibly! I thought he was sleeping! I wonder is mom too a part of his secret schemes? And the tone of his voice signals me that this not my dad!

I quickly fish out my mobile phone and start recording what he's saying. Because, this was one of the opportunities I desperately can't miss, after all, many times I've been under his shoe trying to sniff what he does in secret. Like on the other day, I sneaked into his office and lo behold! A bundle of white papers with my name on it. When I asked him about it, he just shrugged, and too easily switches the plates. In short, his technique did distract me when he asked of my relationship with Fin!

I shake my head like wacky lunatic to get grip on my thoughts and focus ahead. At present, I hear some wisps of his commando conversation. It looks to me as if he were talking to his junior staff. However, my thoughts come to a full stop when I hear this.

"Melinda is not an ordinary girl as you think.... She will be in bigger danger if she can't control her ... And if you friends leave her, you'll regret it"

Many thoughts run, knock, and break the door of my mind. But I luckily grip to one question.

Friends?

My heart abruptly wrenches at Clary's high pitch strained voice,
"Sir, she is our friend."
"We can't be so unmoving as you tell us to" , comes forcefully from the usual bold necked girl- Penny.

And then there was a dramatic silence. My heart thumps constantly like a toothache.

"I don't care. If you dare to disobey..." my father abrasively threatens like a steel chair scraping off the polished marble floor.
I lose out most of what he says.

" Dismissed", my father barks. Taking that as a cue, I jog, slowly into my room and shut the door with a strangled thump.

I distractedly glance at my phone checking for any texts but sadly there was none and I slide to the floor behind my door holding back my torrents of sob.

With only that piece of paper to strengthen me.

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Hi ya  all! Btw, the underlined word is in French
Normalement - normally

So what do you all think about her friends coming to her dad when they left her alone? And her mom lies? Hmmm hope u guys would comment cos I'm really sorry that I'm not really into communication😞 and 4 the sad end.
If u guys are really interested u could vote! Thnx again for your wonderful support!Praise God! For His Mighty Strength that shine a path of light admist the darkness.

Have you guys noticed that once there is light in a room, there is no darkness? And darkness is just a state where there isn't light? Anyways, See ya!