The Inevitable Secret

by GossipGurl11

16-year-old Taren witnesses her father's death. Not only that, but she wrote the secret in her diary. The police, her family, her life, is left behind as she runs away with the secret of her father's death burnt like a hole inside her head.

2. Flashbacks

As the tears fell down I wiped them quickly from my face. My dad had always taught me to be strong. He could tell I had the capability and strength when I was three and did somewhat of a roundhouse kick at a little boy's face. He began to teach me every martial arts he knew. Kung fu, jiu-jitsu, tai-chi-chuan, and judo. When I asked him when he learned the martial arts, he told me something I could never tell a soul. He was in the CIA. I never believed him. Until the night, the night that not only took his life but changed all of ours forever. I had always had trust in people, until the night. The night I was on the phone with my aunt, Donna. She asked where my father was. I'd promised my father I wouldn't tell a soul that he was in the CIA. As I faltered she told me she knew my father was in the CIA.

She also started yelling, screaming about my father. Saying she was worthless, unworthy of a family while she stood alone, she said she would kill him. That's when I hung up, never trusting anyone again. That was when I was 10, and stopped believing in life. I closed my eyes tightly not wanting to remember the memories. They flashed before me anyway. The sounds, the body, the car, and the gun. The gun. The only evidence that the police had. They tried to take the diary. The flashbacks of the day before came into my mind. The diary in the police car, the horror on my face, the worry on my mother's face as I grabbed the diary from the police car and ran, ran for my dignity, ran for my life, and ran for my father.

Suddenly, my eyes opened quickly and I saw two men in police uniform holding flashlights and calling my name. I stood up abruptly and fled. Fled from my past, fled from the present, fled from my life. Just like I had done the night the police tried to take my diary. It seemed like a century ago although it had only been a couple hours that had gone by. I ran and fled with great speed, just like my father had taught me. I didn't look back, pretty soon I felt like I was soaring, gliding across the Earth. I saw another town, as I ran across the street a BMW came roaring down the street. Before I could stop I tripped over a root and fell onto the street, totally and completely unconscious.