Author's Note: This chapter (day) is split into 2 parts. This chapter will contain sensitive content that may vary for each reader. The first part of this chapter is graphic in terms of violence.

The Secret: Part 1

MAY 9th, 2011

I was in the kitchen of an unknown house, trying to figure out whose house it was. From the corner of my eye appeared a young woman. She strangely resembled my aunt or some other family member, but in a younger form, a teenager I think. She was trying to tell me something, frantically jumping as if she couldn't hold it in anymore. To my disappointment I couldn't hear her; all I could see was her lips moving. Although, the more and more she kept at it, the more I was able to understand her, even though I could not hear her.

"I was hurt, I was raped," she said.

I couldn't believe what was just said. My aunt, my family member, my friend, was raped. I felt anger and wanted to find out who did this. He was NOT going to get away with this.

"Where is he?" I said, but I wasn't able to hear myself.

She grabbed my hand and led me down a hallway. We then approached a door, which she quickly opened. My fists clenched, seeing the man who did this horror. He reminded of "Phil" from Disney's "Hercules": Red skinned, pudgy, and looked like the Devil, only more grotesque looking. He was on the side of his bed, on his knees, praying…Perfect time to jump him.

I looked at my teenage aunt and nodded to confirm if this was the man. She nodded back and let go of my hand. Suddenly, a huge pair of scissors appeared in my hands, closed. It was sharp and perfect to kill someone. I inched towards him, making sure he couldn't hear me and I was now behind him. I was going to end him. This man raped someone I cared about, hurt her. Monsters like that must pay.

I pulled the huge scissors back and forced it into his back. He looked down at the bloody scissors now sticking out of his chest. I felt his heartbeat send a vibration through the scissors. I could hear rapid breath. I could sense his fear.

But I wanted him to feel more pain, so I decided to take it a bit further. I opened the already closed scissors that were inside his body, causing it to split in half. The heartbeat stopped and each half of his body fell on the floor opposite from each other. I dropped the scissors on the ground, satisfied with what I had done. My teenage aunt ran up to me and hugged me, with a smile on her face.

The monster was gone.

I opened my eyes, completely frightened. I could hear my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing was fast.

What kind of dream was that? That had to be the most graphic, strangest dream I ever had.

I thought about the dream I just had and picked it apart as much as I could.

A girl was raped, representing a family member. She was raped by the Devil. The Devil was praying…

Very contradicting.

Then, I kill him, in a gruesome way. This…this dream doesn't predict anything, does it?

I was thinking of asking Skips what this could mean, until I heard Benson.

"Mordecai, Rigby, meet me outside to get your assignments for the day!"

"Eh, I don't feel like work," I heard Rigby mumble from under his clothes, on the trampoline.

"Come on dude, we have to get up," I said.

Rigby must have seen me, because then he said, "I don't see you getting up."

He was right, I hadn't got up yet. I was still clutching on to the pillow, still in complete shock of my dream.

"I'm…I'm getting up," My voice was shaking. I got up from the bed and went downstairs.

The past 4 days were a mixed bag of things. Ever since Rhonda and I revealed what we looked like, we started talking about deeper things. Rhonda's been having a hard finding the right guy for her. (Even with the guy she had her first kiss with) Every time she's close, it always seems to go in the wrong direction: Kind of reminded me of my situation with Margaret. I would sometimes entertain the idea that Rhonda and I would end up together, you know like in the movies where after many hopeless attempts with other people, the 2 main characters find happiness in each other. It was just a thought though, nothing more.

Uh huh…keep telling yourself that.

Rigby and Eileen have been doing well. Ever since their "romantic night", they've become closer and Rigby even invites her over to play video games with us. (She is very good)

Got to say, I'm glad Rigby found someone for him. He seems happier. Still the same old Rigby I've always known, but he's matured a little. He doesn't complain as much as he use to when working or slacks off as much. I just hope he doesn't change too much; otherwise he'll be a stranger.

And Margaret…well she's still having the recurrences of her insomnia and slight lack of finishing her food. How do I know that? She seems tired most of the time and says it's her insomnia and when we have lunch during her break, she doesn't finish all of her food. Eileen reacts by trying to encourage her to finish up her lunch. Eileen told me she's been trying to help Margaret for the longest (even before I came to the park) but it has yet to make any lasting effect. I keep thinking something happened to her to cause Margaret to be like this. I don't know what, but I know something happened. Margaret and I have become more personal with things ever since my confession on April 1st, I'm sure she'll talk to me about it someday.

I decided not to tell Skips of the dream. I convinced myself that it was just a dream and nothing else. It was no big deal.

Rigby and I were picking up litter around the fountain. It was a comfortable spring day. The cool breeze and calming silence almost made picking up litter worth the time.

"So, what do you want to do after we're done?" Rigby asked.

"I have to go help Margaret with her project. She's picking me up and hour," I said. It was 1 o'clock.

"You sure you'll be ready by then?"

"Definitely, there's not much left anyway." There were just a few scraps scattered around.

"If you say so; what is her project anyway?"

"Pretty much she has to be the teacher for half the class time, instructing a certain subject. We have to show examples, make a presentation, and make an assessment."

"What's the subject?"

"Calculus."

"Oh…that sucks man."

"Yeah, I still don't get it. Margaret's going to try and help me when we get to her house."

"Well I hope you guys have fun. I'll just be at alone…by myself…at the house," Rigby said, pretending to sound sad.

"Oh you'll be fine." I said. "You can always have Eileen come over."

"Yeah…Now let's finish this up so you can meet up with Margaret."

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I waited on the steps outside the house for Margaret. I sat there still pondering on that dream, even though I was trying to forget. I shoved it out of my mind after seeing Margaret's van approach the park: I waved so she could see me and she stopped in front of the house.

"Hey Margaret," I said getting into the car.

"Hey. I studied the subject matter last night. I'm starting to get it now."

"Oh ok, can you show me how you got it? It still confuses me."

"Sure thing."

Margaret turned the lights on to her basement. There were books and her laptop on the table and it seemed like she went through each on extensively. She had spent time on the presentation, with only 1 slide completed. The teacher wanted everything to look nice, attention grabbing, and that was what Margaret was trying to do. The projects were due on June 3rd, but everyone had a set date on when to present. Ours was June 5th and even though it's far from now, we wanted to get as much down early as possible. But as time passed, we were burnt out and decided to stop for the day. She opened the game "Solitaire" on her laptop.

"Have you ever played 'Solitaire' Mordecai?"

"Yeah, but only if I can't find anything else to do: Why do you ask?"

"I have a hard a hard time completing this sometimes. It always says how I've run out of moves."

I've been there. I told her some techniques that could work, but in the end the game itself just doesn't let you win at times, if you're not careful. However, I did cause her to win one game, to which she was very happy.

"Yes!" She cheered.

"Aren't you going to thank the guy who helped you?" I asked, opening my arms for a hug.

"Thank you!" She said while hugging me. She decided to open another game and try by herself this time. I just watched, entertained by how happy she was for beating it.

The Devil was praying…

There it was; that dream again. I had to tell somebody; somehow, otherwise this would never leave me alone. I ended up telling Margaret about it while she was playing the game. I didn't mention the girl who was raped. All I said was that I killed the Devil with a pair of scissors, because he did something "bad". I played it off in a way by stating how ridiculous it was (even though it was frightening) and made it seem more comedic, giving light to it. Margaret laughed along, not even having a clue of just how surreal and disturbing the dream really was.

4 o'clock. Margaret had stopped playing "Solitaire" a few minutes ago and we just talked. That is, until she had another game to play.

"You play "Scrabble"?" She asked.

"Not much, but I know how to play it. Let's go."

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"Bam!" I exclaimed, slamming the last letter on the board for my word.

"Yeahyuh?" Margaret said confused.

"Yeah-yuh!" You did say I could use slang terms," I laughed. Margaret and I changed the rules a bit. I could put down slang terms, if she could put down Spanish words that Eileen taught her. We were sitting on the floor with the "Scrabble" board in good spirits, and I was starting to get over my dream.

I picked up the letter "S", trying to figure out where to put it.

"I'm going to put these books away," Margaret said, getting up and putting the books in her bag. As she was shoving a book inside, the book must have forced something out, as a small box fell on the ground. It seemed like it held some sort of medication.

I heard the box hit the ground and asked, "What was that?"

Margaret picked up the box, looking at it with a strange expression on her face. It was like a mixture of embarrassment and fear.

She spoke, "…There condoms."

At that point, the light mood went dark. I guess Margaret is comfortable with telling me everything now. I didn't really say anything: I just had a surprised look on my face.

First it was Repar and her cuddling, then it was the promise ring, and now this? How much more is going to be pushed in my face?

"Repar and I aren't having sex though," she continued.

"What are they for then?" I asked of curiosity.

Margaret placed them back in her bag and sat back down on the floor. I was still holding the "S" piece.

"Do you remember how back in high school there were Sex-Ed classes?"

"Yeah…" Where was she getting at?

"And how they told us to always have protection?"

I nodded.

"And then talked to us about rape?"

"Yeah, they used to have all these statistics of how many women were raped every year. It was disturbing how huge a number it was," I said. I was getting worried. Something wasn't right here and something in the back of my head knew what might happen next.

Margaret looked down then looked at me, "I'm part of that statistic."

No…no…don't tell me that-

"Not too long ago….I was raped," She said.

My body began to shake and sweat. My brain pulsing and completely rattled by what I just heard. My Margaret…my sweet Margaret was raped. Her innocence…taken from her. I knew from the moment I realized her insomnia and eating habits that something was up, but I would have never thought rape or never wanted.

Margaret was someone I felt like I needed to protect and to hear this…My fist and teeth clenched. My expression turned dark and filled with rage. The "S" piece was being pressed on by my index finger and thumb and was getting wet from the friction…from the rage. No one…no one hurts the people I care about. She said it happened not too long ago: When? When, when, when? I don't care how long it was, I was going to hunt this bastard down!

What seemed like hours of building rage was only 10 seconds.

The only question that came out of my mouth was, "Who…did this?" My voice was filled with anger.

Margaret took a deep breath and spoke, "It's someone you know…"

Like a super computer, my mind went through dozens of names of possible suspects. Hell, I even suspected Rigby. Nothing against him, don't get me wrong. It's just in the heat of the moment I wanted to find out who did this…I needed to know, because once she says who it is, I'll hunt him down like a hawk and make him suffer. I felt like the "S" piece was ready to be pulverized by any further force from my fingers.

At this point, only one word came out of my mouth. My voice was now deeper and intimidating. It was only a one word question, "Who?"

I was ready for whatever answer she would give and then I'd run out of the house and hunt him down.

She looked at me and spoke, "It was my boyfriend…Repar."

The Devil was praying…

The calm has ended. The storm, has only just begun.