Chapter 351 - Secrets (2)

[ Dear Diary,

Worst day ever.

Mommy picked me up from Dylan's birthday party today. He won't shut up about being older than me which made him better than me (he said). Boys suck! I swear when my birthday comes I will get back at him. I won't let him eat our chef's cake and he makes the best cakes ever!

Going back today being the worst ever. I have a secret I need to tell you. 

I saw Mr. IV sucking mommy's face in the library today. Ew!!!!!!!!

I saw mommy and daddy sucking each other's faces sometimes and it was gross too, but it was ok. They said you do that when you love each other. Does that mean mommy loves Mr. IV? Because I don't like it. Can you love two people?

I learned from school last month about the Ten Commandments. I think mommy did adultery because Teacher Mina said that adultery is when married people express love with someone they're not married to.

Mr. IV touched mommy's butt and she giggled like it tickled. They sometimes speak too close when daddy is not around. I want to tell daddy but mommy saw me at the door. She made me promise not to tell daddy what I saw in the library or he will be sad.

I don't like keeping secrets from daddy but he will get sad if I tell him.

I want to tell Oli but he was mean to me today so I'm not talking to him until he says he's sorry. Seriously boys are turds. Except daddy.

(Drawing of a boy stick figure with poop on the head)

Nina is still on vacation with her mommy so I can't tell her either.

I wish you can write back to tell me what to do. But that will be scary if you do, no? I like scary stuff in movies and books but I don't want to be scared.

You will keep my secret right?

~Angela Kylie Su~

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OVER TWO DECADES AGO

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Age Seven

"Mommy, are you here?" Angela stepped into the library as she asked, looking for her mother, Cynthia, who usually spent long hours in the library. The room was huge in the Su Mansion. It's filled with books from different genres, neatly organized on the shelves by the walls. A comfortable set of luxe sofa placed in the middle of the room, two three-seaters and two armchairs positioned opposite each other, forming a rectangle.

Sometimes, her mother read books here, and Angela would sit next to her, reading horror books. But most of the time, her mother would write in her notebook, and Angela would stay in the library to read, but she would have to keep quiet so she wouldn't disturb her mother.

She carefully strolled inside, holding a red book in her hand with the words "Goosebumps" at the top and "SAY CHEESE and DIE!" at the bottom, above the author's name, R.L. STINE.

"I'm here, Kylie. You just got home, Sweetie?" A beautiful woman dressed in a white shift dress, sitting at a desk by the window, watched as Angela walked over.

Angela nodded, a wide smile forming on her cute face as she skipped towards her mother's desk. She wore a pink dress and tied her hair up into a ponytail with a butterfly clip. "What are you writing?" she asked, placing her book on the desk as she examined the many papers scattered in her mother's work area.

"Mm… It's about a young woman meeting her future husband for the first time."

"Is it like your story with daddy?"

Her mother laughed. "Do you want me to write about how I met your father?"

Angela nodded enthusiastically, her eyes widening in excitement. "Then are you going to write about me and Oli too?"

Cynthia placed a kiss on top of Angela's head. "One day, baby."

"Can I write on it too?"

"You want to write?"

Angela nodded again. "I want to write like you do."

A chuckle escaped Cynthia's lips. "Okay." She opened the last drawer of her desk and retrieved a white notebook. Opening the first page, Cynthia wrote in black ink: Property of Angela Kylie Su.

"Is that mine, mommy?" Angela asked as she watched her mother write.

"Yes. Here. You can start writing in this notebook." Cynthia slid the notebook and a new pen to her daughter.

Angela's eyes sparkled, the corners of her lips curving upward as she held the notebook in her tiny hands. "But… What should I write?"

"Anything you want. Hmm… How about ghosts or monsters? You like reading those, don't you?"

Angela bit her bottom lip, her eyes sliding towards the red book on the desk. Her heart gradually increased its pace. "I only read them when I'm not alone. It's scary. I might get scared if I write about ghosts."

Cynthia laughed, her voice sounding musical in the large space. "How about…you write about what you did today?"

Little Angela knitted her brows in curiosity. "What I did today?"

"Uh-huh. You can start writing a diary instead."

"A darary? What's a darary?"

"A diary, honey. It's like writing a book in the form of a letter, but you write your own story. Each time you want to talk about something, you can write it down here. Like… When you're happy, or sad, or you just want to share your thoughts. Then maybe one day you will be ready to write your own book."

Angela grew even more curious. She thought she heard about diaries before but didn't really know what they were for. "Do you also have a diary, mommy?"

"I do."

"Can I see it?"

Cynthia smiled a sweet one. "Diaries are supposed to be a secret to which only you can read, honey."

"A secret?"

"That's right. It's like having a friend you can tell your secrets to. For instance, if there's something you can't tell Antonina—or anyone—then you can write it in your diary. Make sure you keep it hidden when you're done using it so no one can read your secrets."

Angela gasped, seemingly intrigued at the whole mysterious concept of writing in a diary. "Can I write on it now?"

"Sure you can! Here, let me help you with the first one." Cynthia wrote 'Dear Diary,' on the top left of the second blank page of the notebook before sliding it to Angela, then told her to start writing whatever she wanted below it.

Grabbing the pen, Angela began to write, only to pause and look at her mother. "Mommy, you can't look." She hugged the notebook to her chest.

"Oh!" Cynthia leaned away, amused by the little one. "I promise, I won't."

[ Dear Diary,

Hi. My name is Angela Kylie Su. I'm seven years old and I live in a big house in Oakwood with my daddy, mommy, and my brother Oli. There's also Elias our butler. He's a friend. I'll tell you the names of all the people in our house next time. My friends call me Angela, daddy calls me princess, and Oli calls me different names especially if he wants to annoy me. My mommy calls me Kylie. I like my names. They're pretty. Like me!

Mommy gave me this diary and said I can write my secrets here. I don't have a secret oh wait I have one. Promise you won't tell anyone?

I stole Oli's Hershey's bar at lunch today. Mommy put them in our lunch boxes but mine fell and it got dirty. Oli thought his classmate stole it so he punched him and he got in trouble with the teacher. Ssshhh...…. Don't tell anyone. I will hide you in my bottom drawer so no one can find you. ]