Summary: A new girl arrives at school. She has a huge mystery behind her that only Billy and Diana suspect. After becoming Martin's girlfriend, she starts doing weirder things and hurting Billy. The mystery must be solved before it is too late…
Disclaimer: I do not own Martin Mystery.
Diana sat in her dorm as it all happened.
What was Jana doing with Billy?
Who is Jana really?
Why was she after them?
Diana finally pulled out her pink phone. She clicked speed dial four, which is Billy.
It went straight to voice mail. Shit. She really needed to talk to him making sure he was okay
He isn't, too bad she doesn't know.
She left him a message. "Hi Billy, are you okay? I last saw you being dragged off with Jana two hours ago into her dorm. I want to know what you're doing and if you're okay. Please call me back."
Diana waited for a half hour on her bed. Then she finally got tired but she was worried. So she left her phone on.
What a caring friend.
Diana fell asleep, but then her door slammed open.
"Billy? It's four o' clock in th-oh my God!"
Diana was shocked by Billy's appearance. He had cuts all over him. His clothes were all wrinkled as if he'd worn them since yesterday but not slept according to the bags under his eyes. His blonde Mohawk was messy.
"Billy what happened?" asked Diana
Billy didn't respond. He just sat down on her bed, sad look on his face.
Diana looked at him; his eyes were all bloodshot like he had been crying.
"Are you ok?" asked Diana.
He nodded, a tear fell down his cheek.
"You're not telling me something."
Diana looked at him after saying this. He looked scared. Jana did something to him. She could tell. Billy had gotten scared several times before but this time he looked really scared and hurt.
"Fine then." He looked as if he was forcing the words out. "It's Jana."
She knew it had to do with Jana. Jana is evil after all. If only others besides her and Billy knew…
"What did she do?" If they were going to report Jana, they'd have to say everything she did.
Billy looked down, burying his face in his hands as if the next few words were hurtful just to say. And they were, because the horrid memory of it happening for eight painful hours came back to his head. "She raped me."
Right after the word "me" he started crying again.