Lost in His Secret’s

“Tinsley please! I am so sorry!” A voice echoes. I open my eyes to see red and blue lights flashing. I can hear sirens in the distance, feeling the ground getting warm and wet beneath me. The pain is so intense. Everything falls black. My name is Tinsley O’Bryan. I am a 21 year old college student studying psychology. I’m a normal woman. Having long, dark, wavy hair. I’m exactly 5 feet, green eyes, and porcelain colored skin. My hobbies are reading and painting. Normal, right? Well, I did read and paint, until I met him, the reason I am lying on this cold concrete. Before I tell you about how I got here I want to go back, to the start of it all. I have a story which may have led me here. “Tinsley!” I hear a voice streak across the parking lot. I turn around and it’s my friend Monique. She’s tall, straight black hair, and pale skin. All the guys in the school swoon over her. She has such an outgoing personality and a contagious laugh. What’s there not to love about her? Her and I have been best friends for over 10 years. Monique is running towards me, almost fumbling her books for our next class. I wave at her and smile. “Hey, slow down super speed!” I laugh as I walk back to meet her in the middle. She finally reaches me, out of breath and fixing her mess of papers. “Hey” she says breathlessly. “So, I was thinking, we should go tonight.” She says still catching her breath. I stay quiet for a few seconds, contemplating. When Monique and I go out, we tend to make the night ours, and I usually wake up with a massive hangover that a short weekend recovery will not fix. “Uhm, we probably shouldn’t, well I shouldn’t.” I scrunch my nose and give her an apologetic look. “What!?, why not?” Monique pouts. She always gives those big blue eyes and pouty lip when I disagree with her plans. She knows it gets me. Of course I’m about to give her what she wants because she would do it for me, plus we really haven’t gone out in a while. I just won’t drink so much. The bell rings as we walk through the doors of our 3rd period ethics class. “Fine, I’ll be ready by 8. Meet me in the east wing dorm hall.” I say defeated before taking my seat. She looks at me, smiling ear to ear. Then she mouths love you before taking her seat across the room. Monique and I are standing at the entrance of Club Escape. It’s a popular club in our college town here in Tennessee. There are about 50 people behind us and at least 50 went in before us. I’m wearing a short, black, spaghetti strap dress. A warm summer breeze blows through my long dark hair. I look over at Monique and she’s smiling at some frat boy that just exited the club. He’s tall and handsome. Dirty blonde hair and deep dimples. He winks at her and blows her a kiss. She giggles and turns to look at me. I roll my eyes and shake my head jokingly. “He’s a cutie!” She yells over the music coming through the walls of the club. “Yeah, he is!” I lean in to yell back, paying attention to the bouncer who is unhooking the rope to let us through. “Come on, our turn!” I yell again, grabbing Monique and bringing her attention from the cute frat boy. I walk over to the bar and try to order a drink, and fail miserably. The bartender takes the guys orders who are bumping into me and pushing me out of the way. I usually make Monique order our drinks because she’s taller and louder than I am, plus she doesn’t take no s***. I am more shy and timid and I try to keep myself away from confrontation and the spot light. I can see the bartender making her way towards me. She’s a tall skinny blonder with a lot of cleavage. “What can I get for ya!” She yells over the music, handing the rude a** holes their drink order. “I want two lemon drops!” I shout back, having to stand on my tippy toes to lean towards her a little. When she comes back with the drinks she points down the bar, “The guy at the end of the bar took care of it!” Who the hell is paying for my drinks? I think to myself. People pay for Monique’s drinks faithfully, but me? I try to glance down the bar but I can’t see over the crowd. “Well, thats nice of who ever it is.” I whisper to myself as I walk towards Monique with our drinks. Monique is sitting in a booth and two attractive males are sitting with her. I look at them and then her in confusion. Placing the drinks down I keep eye contact with her. As best friends we can talk to one another with just our eyes. She knows exactly what I am thinking. Before I could ask, Monique stands up, grabbing her shot. “This is my friend Tinsley!” She begins. “I told you she’s hot!” My face turns bright red. I raise up my shot glass and nod at the guys before downing my shot. I wince at the sour taste of the lemon I bit into. “Hi, I’m Tinsley, and you are!?” I yell. The music is so loud in this club. I can feel the bass of the music rumble my chest. “Oh shoot! How rude of me, this is Dylan and this is Danny, they’re twins!” Monique yells across the table. She is smiling at me, proud, like a dog bringing his owner his catch. She should be proud though, the brothers were hot. Tall and tan, their muscles looking as if they are about to tear their shirt. I can’t see the color of their eyes but by what I can see, I’d have to say they are light, maybe a blue. I wave at the twins before making my way towards the restroom. I have to pee so bad. There are 7 people a head of me. I stand there, crossing my legs, as if I’m keeping the seal closed. There isn’t anyone standing in the males line and I haven’t seen anyone go in for about 5 minutes. I look around, hesitant, I finally give in and enter the males restroom. Finally! I pull my black lace thong around my knees and begin to pee. I hear the door open and I clench up. Oh s***. The one time someone finally walks in here and I’m in here. I can’t hold the pee in anymore. I start peeing. The urine hitting the water sounds so loud, even with the music booming outside the doors. Just then, a man clears his throat. “When I bought that drink, I thought I was buying it for a woman.” He says jokingly, his voice deep. What the hell? Is this the guy that bought me a drink? I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. It’s just me and this random man in the men’s restroom. I hear the door lock. My heart starts to race, beating harder. I feel every ounce of blood rush through my body. I sit quietly, clenching my eyes shut. My lace thong is now around my ankles. I open my eyes and pull my thong up as quick as possible. “Don’t worry, I locked the door for you.” The deep voice speaks again. “I didn’t want some weirdo coming in here while you were using the restroom.” My heart begins to slow down and my fight or flight mode eases. He doesn’t seem like a threat. I hope not anyway. “I’m a woman.” My voice cracks. I’m a woman? Why would I say that? I stand up and unlock the stall door and peak my head around the corner. A tall man, about a foot taller than me is standing there. My face blushes bright red. I can”t believe what I am seeing, or better yet who I am seeing. “Jake?” My voice filled with confusion. He smiles and places his hands in his pocket. “Yes, ma’am.” He says “In the flesh.” This is unexpected.