Midnight Confessions
1272 Words
The restaurant looked the same. It sat between a closed antique shop and a boarded bar. Its windows were dirty. The booths were old and worn. Still, Sienna always felt safe here. Maybe it was just less dangerous than everywhere else.
She arrived early, ten minutes before her meeting. She sat in the back corner booth. Her fingers tapped on the table. She was restless. Her back was to the wall. Just in case.
Outside, the street was dark and lit by streetlights. A car drove by slowly. She watched everything through the glass. The bell above the door rang. She waited before looking up.
“Still ordering coffee you never drink?” a voice asked.
Her chest felt tight.
“Lucas.”
He sat across from her. He was taller and bigger. His jaw had stubble. His hoodie was old. It was pulled low over his eyes. His eyes were careful. He looked ready to fight.
“Time really flies, doesn't it?” he said.
“Seven years.”
“Six and a half,” he said. He seemed to be counting.
She studied him carefully. Lucas Mitz was always quiet and watched carefully. He seemed dangerous if pushed too far. He never talked about what he saw that night. Never told anyone but never lied either.
"You came! I remember more details.”
Lucas sat down and leaned in.
Sienna continued. “I remember the smell of chemicals. It wasn’t just blood.”
He looked at her sharply. “You never said that before.”
“I didn’t remember,” she said quietly.
They both paused. The waitress came over, but neither ordered. When she left, Lucas pulled a folded photo from his coat and put it on the table. It was blurry, like it came from a security camera. Sienna’s breath caught as she looked at it.
It showed the gym after prom. The floor was covered in blood. A window was broken. And there was her.
She was in the corner of the photo, half-turned. She seemed to be staring at someone just out of view.
“I found this last year,” Lucas said. “I don’t know how it wasn’t deleted.”
She touched the edge of the photo. Her face looked wrong. Not scared. Focused. Determined.
“I have no memory of this,” she whispered.
“Jaxon’s family made sure you didn't; they controlled the story. Their lawyers showed up before the cops did. That footage should have been lost like everything else.”
Her throat grew dry. “Why are you showing me this now?”
“Because you’re in danger,” he said quietly. “Not just from Jaxon. People are watching both of you. They don’t care about truth or guilt. They only want what they can use.”
Sienna felt the ground shift beneath her. “What do you mean?”
“The Wolfes aren’t working alone anymore. There’s something bigger going on. They might be spying for companies or blackmailing. Maybe worse. And you…” his eyes locked on hers, “...you’re part of an old puzzle they’re trying to solve.”
Her heart pounded.
“Will you help me?” she asked.
Lucas nodded. “I thought you would never ask. But we need to talk. You need to know something.”
He reached into his pocket again. He put something on the table. It made her freeze.
It was a bracelet, small and silver. It had tiny charms and something dried and smeared on it. She hadn’t seen it since that night.
Her bracelet.
It was found at the scene. Lost in the blood.
Sienna was speechless. Lucas knew what she wanted to say.
“I made sure it was safe. No one knows about it,” Lucas said. “It wasn’t supposed to be there.”
Sienna stared at the bracelet.
Maybe the truth was worse than she remembered.
Sienna eyed the bracelet. It seemed dangerous. It sat between them, a source of hidden history. Neither had dared explore it until now.
“It wasn’t supposed to be there?” she asked.
Staring out the window, Lucas said. “You didn’t wear it that night. I remember. You said it didn’t match your dress.”
Her stomach hurt. “So how…?”
“I found it the next day. Not by the body. Not in the room.” He faced her. “It was beneath the garbage bin behind the old mansion.”
Sienna blinked. “Why was it there?”
“I do not know. There was a faint trail, blood, footprints, something chemical like you said. Someone was there, trying to clean up fast. Clumsy, rushed.”
Her quiet voice dropped to a whisper. “You think... someone moved the body?”
Lucas nodded barely, almost unnoticed. “Maybe staged it. There’s a story we were told about that night. But I think the real truth is hidden behind lies, threats, and blackmail. The Wolfe family is at the center.”
Her mind raced. Her memory felt broken. Running, screaming, her heavy wet dress, then the quiet after.
Trying to hide the anger welling up in her, she asked. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“I couldn't trust anyone. The ones who looked too close always shut up or disappeared.”
She shivered. “Disappeared?”
“Two teachers left suddenly. A detective was moved. Remember George, the janitor? He vanished. Just gone.”
She swallowed hard. “So what now? We investigate, and we become targets too?”
Lucas leaned closer, voice low. “We already are.”
For a long moment, they sat in silence. The diner’s hum flickered around them like static noise. Outside, the city moved on, unaware and cold.
“Why come out now?” Sienna finally asked. “Why talk after all this time?”
He hesitated. “Because I think someone else is watching Jaxon too. Not just me. I’ve gotten warnings, anonymous calls. Someone wants him exposed, but they’re waiting for the right time. And if they find out you’re involved...”
He left the sentence hanging. No need to finish it.
Sienna looked at her bracelet. Her fingers hovered over it but didn’t pick it up. “This was supposed to be over.”
“It was never really over,” Lucas said. “You just survived long enough to ask the right questions.”
Suddenly, a sound made both tense, the bell above the door jingled.
Sienna’s heart skipped. Two men stepped in, dressed too neat for this neighborhood. They didn’t look around or move toward any tables. They just waited.
“Time to go,” Lucas said, standing smoothly.
Without hesitating, he pulled her out of the diner.
They went out the back. The alley smelled bad.
“Where to?” she asked,
“To meet someone,” Lucas said. “Someone who saw more than they should have that night.”
“Who?”
He glanced back at her.
“The chaperone, Ms. Malbridge.”
Sienna stopped. “She’s alive?”
“She moved. Changed her name. She doesn’t want to be found. But I did.”
Her pulse quickened. “Do you think she’ll talk?”
“I think,” Lucas said grimly, “she’s been waiting seven years for someone to ask.”
They disappeared into the dark, swallowed by the city.
Behind them, in the diner, the suited men talked briefly to the waitress and then left without ordering.
One of them took the photo left on the table.
He smiled and then set it on fire.
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