Awaited

Chapter Two- Ryan Taylor

"What are you wearing? You can't go out like that." Kyle constantly had something to say about what I was wearing, it's starting to piss me off. 

"I can go out like this. You wanna know why, cause all I'm wearing is a black tank top and some ripped jeans, bite me, Kyle."  At this point, I'm just trying to make Kyle mad. All men do is think they have authority over my body.

"Put a jacket on, you look like a whore and your tits are popping out of your shirt." He's standing in the doorway of our room since we live together just staring at me while I get dressed. 

Kyle and I have known each other our entire lives, I would've left him by now but something keeps me from leaving him. When my dad died, may he rot in hell,  Kyle was there for me since I was so little and hadn't realized the trauma my father gave me. 

I was twelve years old when my father died, and I didn't really feel much. I was glad he was dead, but I didn't understand why until later on. You see, your brain does this funny thing where if you've gone through enough trauma it will suppress the traumatic parts of your childhood. It wasn't until I was around sixteen or seventeen where I had realized what my father had done to me. 

My father was not a good man. First, it started out as my mom and him always yelling at each other in the living room. Then it turned into him hitting her, and at some point, it wasn't enough for him cause he started taking his anger out on me.

I don't blame my mom, she's a victim too. Every time she would try to stand up for me she got a slap to the face or a kick to the stomach. 

"Hello, earth to Ryan." Kyle snapped me out of my thoughts when I never answered him. 

I sighed and grabbed a black leather jacket from the closet and threw it over my tank top.

"I'll put up with you asking me to put a jacket on, but call me a whore again and you're not going to have a tongue to speak." Kyle widened his eyes at my words and I just rolled my eyes. 

I've killed a lot of people, everyone far from innocent. Kyle isn't new to what I do, since he does the same thing.

I work for the FBI, and I hate it. I signed my life away when I was in a drunk frenzy and killed some random man on the street for groping my ass. Ugh, men. 

The FBI found me and offered me a deal. They trained me and showed me how to fight, showed me how to fake feelings, how to act around other people, and how to study human behavior. I'm not new to this. 

I'm not exactly a good FBI agent, though. They usually call me an outsider since I get all the cases that require getting rid of loose ends. The FBI is loaded bullshit, they're just as dirty as any other cop. 

"Where are you going anyways?" Kyle apparently always had to know where I was going. If he didn't know where I was going, then I wasn't allowed to go. 

"I'm going to Natalies, you want to put a GPS tracker on me?"

Natalie has been my best friend since day one. We grew up together and she is the only person I trust at the moment. I don't get attached to anyone, but Natalie is my only exception. Trust is a weakness that people use against you. 

"I'll see you when you get home, don't be too late we have to eat dinner."

"I'm not eating. I'm staying at Nat's tonight and we're probably going to go get some drinks after hanging out for a little bit. Don't wait up for me, eat your dinner by yourself." I made up going out for drinks, I just don't want to come home, if you can even call it home.

Without saying anything, Kyle walked out of the doorway and went into the living room. He probably went to watch some boring ass Geographic Channel shit with wild animals and opened a bottle of beer. He's a slob, it's disgusting.