BloodlyZac27
1603 Words
Hephizbah's POV
My heart sank as the screen video displayed again, revealing a female voice moaning faintly with Newton watching masked under the ID IceQueen17. I watched, so dumbfounded, as she seductively s*x video with Newton in a mask.
Zed covered his face with his left hand. “That’s Kate,” he muttered, pausing for the video to show the faint tattoo drawn on her wrist.
“Though she disguised herself with a voice filter,” he said as I looked closely.
The lady on the screen wore a blonde wig and kept her face masked. I searched for the birthmark scar under her jaw. It was truly Kate.
Newton’s voice broke into the video call. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can't wait to see you, IceQueen17 ”
I felt dumb at that moment. My head blew up.
“Look here,” Zed pointed to the corner of the video. “She was recording it and hacked his phone watch to clone his whatsapp.”
Another slide—my w******p chat between Newton and me.
"She goes through our chat every day," I screamed.
"You're the only man I’ve ever wanted, and I dream of touching you every night. You’re my addict, Newton.”
My hands trembled. “She… actually took those words from my secret diaries," I read through her chat with Newton.
Zed’s brows furrowed. “She must’ve caught you writing those pieces for him. And edited your words into her writing to please Newton. "This must have the help of a good blogger,” I said, looking away from the laptop.
He moved a folder to the screen ‘Web Transfers - IceQueen17’. Dozens of payment receipts were documented there—anonymous donors paying to see a private sextape of her as the ICEQUEEN17. I realized that Kate was after my life, not just a bully.
She knew all this while I was an ICEQUEEN17 and still manipulated my brother with the flirty desires I wrote down in the diary.
She must have a copy of those diaries.
“Here is the blogger's name, we need to stop him first before we expose Kate," Zed said.
“BloodyZac27. It looks like the masterpiece behind all this.”
I froze. “Who is that?” I checked his profile on the internet, and yet I found nothing.
“He's hiding his identity. But he's the one editing and uploading every single blog she creates on her website. That’s how she’s convincing people to pay money into those accounts.”
I swallowed hard, biting my finger and thumb. “I don’t understand. Why is she doing all this?”
“She wants you and Newton to be ruined after she's done with manipulation on him. "It’s a power trip.” Zed snapped, closing up the laptop.
“She made Newton to be against you so she could rip you easily...”
My face is so red, "You need to calm down so we can get to the root. First, we need to find..."
Before he could finish his words, the door burst open.
It was formed by Newton. His eyes trailed to me and then back to Zed sitting beside me. Zed’s hands were on my thigh, then I quickly removed them. But Newton's face was filled with rage.
“Is this why you wanted to be with Zed?!” Newton stood angrily.
“Newton, wait—” I responded sharply, but he grabbed my arm off to my feet. “You're disgusting!”
“Hey! "Get your hands off her!” Zed shouted.
“You think I wouldn’t find out you’re trying to convince her to have s*x with you now?” he asked.
“Newton, stop! "That’s not what you think—” I warned him deeply,
“You couldn’t even wait to win her trust?! "Before you do that," he said to Zed, dragging me to the doorway.
Zed moved closer to him. “I told you to leave my party and my house a few minutes ago and yet you still stayed," Zed chuckled.
But Newton responded sharply, "I should leave if you want to lure my sister under your shaft," he said, his voice so harsh.
SLAP!
I slap the devil out of his mind, trembling. I couldn't believe those mindsets were coming from him.
"Newton!" I shouted, looking at him.
He was shocked, his eyes burnt so red, “You’ll regret this, Heph! .”
He dragged me out of the room despite my Zed’s attempts to stop him, then pushed me inside the car waiting outside for me.
…
Back home, everywhere was silent as my mother looked at me, very disgusting as her eyes blazed with rage.
I stood close to the stair pathway.
She moved closer to me, “You’ve shamed me, Hephzibah!” she cried.
“Mum—” I called
"It's not what you think that happened at the party," I sighed heavily.
“Then tell me, what were you doing in that boy’s room alone?! "What kind of child are you!” she yelled.
"I've never seen you go to a party except today, and you decided to put my name on red mud," she growled.
"With what Zed's every lady player," she waved her head,
“Nothing happened!” I cried.
“Then what? "You want people to start rumoring bad things about you in this city!" She held her head.
Newton stood in the corner, not saying anything. All he does is to light up the fire and watch how it flames greatly.
“He saved me from drowning!” I screamed.
"Newton told her what really happened at the pool party," I said, looking at him, but he looked away.
“Your stepbrother is trying as hard to take care of you in school as the sister he never had, and yet you went to date his rival...this is how you repay him?!”
I was dumbfounded, tears flowed from my eyes.
“I won’t let you destroy my marriage for the second time. Never!” Her words broke me.
She had always put the blame on me after my father left home and Mr. Thomas—Newton’s father, who has always tried to make me comfortable in the house since my mum married him. He took me as his daughter even when my mum tried to take me to the government as ownership when things became so rough for us.
"You can't talk?" She said angrily while I buried my head on the floor.
“Enough.” he walked in.
I felt relieved that he was back from his long trip after two months at the most peek of the tension happening in the house.
My mum stood up and hugged him slightly. “You’re back,” she said.
“Yes, I had to cut the trip short," he said, breaking free from her, then he walked in my direction with a hug.
"I'm here, Hephzibah”. I felt love around his arm again. This is the only moment I have ever dreamt of; the love of a father.
Newton got so angry. “But Dad—”
“I'm so ashamed of you... this is how you treat someone under care! "Huh," he shouted at him.
"Dad, I have been trying to protect her all this while..."
"Shut up! Assboy. "You have never been any good to this household except for your damn long hockey stick," Mr. Thomas snapped,
"This shows that you can't even handle half of the property of a household worker in the future," he continued, sighing heavily.
Newton angrily walked upstairs to his room without saying any words. Meanwhile, he never had a good relationship with his father after the death of his mother during his high school days.
Mr. Thomas took a heavy breath, turned to me, "You need to rest. "Tomorrow we shall talk,"
I nodded slowly as my mum rolled her eyes and walked upstairs.
Back to my room,
I sat up on the bed, reminiscing on those clips I saw earlier on, still confused while Kate had to do this and who was bloodyzac27.
Then my phone beeped with a notification.
“Thanks for helping me out with those assignments, you know,”
Obviously it was Zed,
“I felt so happy today. "No hard feeling”, another message dropped.
"You don’t need to be afraid around me anymore." I began to read his messages, my face chiming up with a smile.
"I promise not to cross the breech deal, my MISS GLASSES," I read slowly.
"Goodnight, see you tomorrow," he said.
I yanked off the smile on my face and replied to him, "Goodnight."
I quickly turned off the phone not to get another notification from him.
. “He's really a nice dude” I said to myself as I stared at the mirror.
“But a big-time player,” my thoughts responded sharply.
I pulled the chair backward and sat down, flipped the pages of his assignment, but yet I wasn't in the mood to tackle it. My mind railed off around him.
I closed the book forcefully, then picked up my best friend; my diaries. This time was not about my secret lust over Newton, but I paused for a while and then began to write.
"Dear best friend," I sighed heavily, as the thought of his muscular body gave me shivers. I pushed away the thought again.
“Today's conversation is all about the pool party...” still jotting it down.
"And his name is Zed,"
- Writer
