EPISODE 10: THE MAN WHO KNOWS MY SECRETS.
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The silence between us wasn’t normal.
It was heavy… suffocating… like the air itself was waiting for something terrible to happen.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
But this time… his eyes weren’t soft anymore.
They were dark.
Cold.
Almost… dangerous.
“Say something,” I whispered, my voice barely steady.
He exhaled slowly, running his hand through his hair like he was fighting something inside him.
“You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”
My heart dropped.
“What do you mean *find out*?” I asked, stepping back slightly.
That’s when I noticed it.
His hand.
There was blood on it.
Fresh.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Why is there blood on your hand?” I asked, my voice shaking now.
He looked down at it… like he hadn’t even noticed.
Then he clenched his fist.
“It’s not mine.”
My stomach twisted.
“Then whose is it?”
Silence.
Again.
Too much silence.
And that’s when fear really settled in.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed.
The sound made both of us flinch.
I slowly reached into my pocket, my eyes still locked on him.
Unknown Number.
My hands trembled as I answered.
“Hello…?”
Static.
Then a voice.
Distorted.
Low.
Chilling.
“You shouldn’t trust him.”
My heart stopped.
“What?” I whispered.
“He’s lying to you,” the voice continued. “Just like he lied that night.”
That night.
The accident.
My head started spinning.
“Who is this?!” I snapped, panic rising in my chest.
A soft laugh echoed through the phone.
“You already know.”
The call ended.
I looked up at him.
Now my fear had changed.
It wasn’t just fear anymore.
It was doubt.
“What did you do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His jaw tightened.
“I was trying to protect you.”
“From what?” I shouted now, my emotions finally breaking through. “From the truth?!”
“You don’t understand
“Then MAKE me understand!”
The room felt like it was closing in.
Everything was crashing at once.
The lies.
The secrets.
The memories that didn’t feel complete.
And now… blood.
“I remember something,” I said suddenly.
He froze.
My chest rose and fell rapidly.
“I remember… screaming,” I continued. “I remember a car… headlights… and you—”
My voice broke.
“You were there.”
His eyes shut for a second.
Like he couldn’t deny it anymore.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
That one word shattered everything.
“You told me… you weren’t there,” I said, tears forming in my eyes.
“I lied.”
The honesty hurt more than the lie.
“Why?” I whispered.
He looked at me… and for the first time, I saw something raw.
Guilt.
“I didn’t want you to remember what really happened.”
My heart pounded.
“What really happened?”
He hesitated.
That hesitation?
It scared me more than anything.
Then
A loud bang came from outside.
Both of us turned sharply toward the door.
Another bang.
This time louder.
Like someone was trying to break in.
My heart jumped into my throat.
“Who is that?” I whispered.
His expression changed instantly.
Alert.
Protective.
Dangerous.
“They found us.”
My blood ran cold.
“Who found us?!”
Before he could answer—
The door burst open.
And standing there…
Was a man I had seen before.
But not in real life.
In flashes.
In memories.
Broken ones.
My lips parted in shock.
“You…” I whispered.
He smiled.
But it wasn’t friendly.
It was the kind of smile that promised destruction.
“Miss me?”
My legs nearly gave out.
Because in that moment…
Everything started coming back.
Not fully.
But enough to terrify me.
“You were in the car…” I said, my voice shaking.
His smile widened.
“Now you’re starting to remember.”
I turned slowly to the man beside me.
The one who claimed to protect me.
The one who lied.
The one with blood on his hands.
“What did you do…?” I whispered again.
But this time
I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.
The stranger stepped closer.
“You really didn’t tell her?” he said, amused.
“Shut up,” he snapped.
“Oh, I think she deserves to know,” the stranger continued, his voice mocking. “After all… she’s the reason everything happened.”
My heart dropped.
“What does that mean?” I asked, panic rising again.
The stranger looked directly into my eyes.
And said the one thing I wasn’t ready for
“You weren’t the victim that night.”
Silence.
My entire world stopped.
“What…?”
He leaned closer.
“You were the cause.”
My head spun violently.
“No… no, that’s not true…”
But deep down…
Something didn’t feel right.
Because the memories…
They weren’t clean.
They were messy.
Confusing.
Like something had been hidden.
Or worse
Changed.
“Don’t listen to him,” he said urgently, stepping in front of me.
But now…
I didn’t know who to believe.
“You lied to me,” I said, my voice breaking.
“I was trying to save you!”
“Or control what I remember?!”
That hit him.
Hard.
The stranger chuckled.
“This is getting interesting.”
Then suddenly
He pulled out something from his pocket.
A phone.
He tapped the screen and turned it toward me.
“Maybe this will help your memory.”
My heart nearly stopped.
It was a video.
A recording.
Of that night.
My hands shook as I stared at it.
Because I knew
Once I pressed play…
Nothing would ever be the same again.
He held my gaze.
“Go ahead,” he said softly.
“Find out who you really are.”
My thumb hovered over the screen.
Fear.
Truth.
Pain.
All waiting on one decision.
And slowly…
I pressed play.
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