'Til I Found You - (A Nathan Sykes Love Story)

Chapter 10 - Unauthorized Behaviour

 The musty smell wafted through my nostrils. I could almost taste my breakfast of pancakes and cream, in my throat. I heaved, before quickly blocking my mouth with my hand and scrunching up my face. I bet the place had never been cleaned, or if it had, not very well. The stench from loo wafted through the place, adding to my ‘excitement.’ This had to be the worst way to spend the afternoon, especially when it was a beautiful day outside. I stood up from the bed, leaving an imprint behind me.

The bared up windows were of sentimental value. Was I so corrupt that I needed locking up? Somehow I don’t think so. What we did wasn’t that bad in comparison to other crimes that had been committed in the past. Surely trespassing isn’t that bad is it? And stealing too. Oh and forced entry. The more I thought about it, the worse it got.

From the window I could see far into the English countryside. It wasn’t that much of a change from home. I was used to the green pastures and as Nath would say combine harvesters. I could see myself living in a little isolated village in an old decrepit farm house or castle, with lots of pets, children running around and a pop star husband. That was only n my dreams though. It’s not like dreams come through in real life. I don’t live in a fairy tale where everything has a happy ending and the bad guys always get what’s coming to them.

In my family, this type of ‘behaviour’ was condemned. My mother’s family consisted of several police officers and my dad’s family, we I’m still not fully sure of who he really is. They had high expectations for me. They wanted me to be a police officer, marry into a big, wealthy family and have lots of little kids running around. In a nutshell, that is what I wanted too, but the pressure they heaped upon me to achieve all these was hard. Every Valentines Day for example, I’d get a phone call from my aunt, asking about the cards I hadn’t received. That of course led to even more pressure, this time pressure into finding a boyfriend, but it had to be a man up to their rather high standards. They thought that money was the key to happiness that was everyone excluding my mum. Alcohol meant everything to her. She loved it more than her own flesh and blood. Sometimes I wondered why my family didn’t pressurise her into giving up the drink or going back to rehab. Her drinking habits were pulling our already divided family apart, leaving me with almost no one. It was heart breaking.

I looked to Nathan who was in his own world. The reality was beginning to set in for him. I could just picture the front of every newspaper the following day ‘Wanted Boy Wanted’, ‘More Than Wanted’ or ‘Chasing The Wanted.’ It wouldn’t go down too well with his management company or record label, but even more so his family. Karen was a very respectable woman in town and Jess would get heaps of stick at school. I couldn’t stand by and watch my best friend get banged up behind bars. I had to do everything in my power to make sure he looked innocent, even if that meant lying in my statement.

‘What’s up?’ he asked, breaking his gaze on the pee stain on the mattress to look solely at me. I shook my head and smiled. ‘Nothing’ I whispered. It had been the first piece of communication between us in over an hour. I hadn’t been able to find the words to express my shock and dismay. I could tell by the expressions on his face that he knew that I was lying. He knew me too well that it was scary at times. ‘Sit down Snuggle Bear’ he laughed. Snuggle Bear was the nickname he had for me as a child. Let’s just say that I wasn’t the skinniest of children growing up. ‘Quite Sid and don’t be hurtful’ I sulked. I crossed my arms and sat a metre away from him on the bed with a big frown. I could be a big drama queen at the best of times.

‘Sorry Frey. This whole thing was my idea. I got us into this mess and I’ll get us out somehow, I promise. I shouldn’t have suggested it in the first place, so I’ll get us out’ he whispered. He had to be careful with everything he said. The place was obviously covered in police officers with it being a police station. ‘I have con-‘, ‘Nath, shut up for a minute please. This wasn’t your fault. All you did was suggest it, but I carried through with the plan. Anyway, we had a right to be there. It is my house too so it’s not like I was stealing money from some random woman. Mum isn’t going to press any charges, she can’t. I’m her daughter.’ Tears pricked the cusp of my eyes. ‘Don’t cry’ he whispered, covering my body with his muscular arms.

‘Madam, please come this way’ the officer interrupted. I hadn’t heard him ruffle his bunch of keys to open the lock. He led me to another room down the other side of the station. It was the very opposite of the cell too. It had a fresh, clean smell in comparison. The bright lights were intimidating, but even more so it was the stern locking detectives in their preen black suits that mad the biggest impact on me. ‘Sit down Madam’ one detective instructed. I sat directly across from them with a great view of both of their expressions. ‘So, tell us your side of the story.’

‘Remind me again why I’m doing this’ I called grabbing on with both hands. ‘Because you want to find out who your dad is and this is probably the only way to get in without being noticed Frey!’ he replied back. ‘I’m sure there is another way I can get into my own house!’ I called, almost sliding down the slippery pipe. ‘This is the only way you can get in without your mother seeing you’ he sighed, before giggling. The pipe I was currently climbing began to wobble ever so slightly due to the pressure my weight had on it, so I gripped it with both hands and legs and screamed for dear life. Nathan only laughed at my innocence. He had been shaking the pipe from where he was standing at the bottom. ‘And how do you suppose I get in a closed window?’ I asked. His face dropped like a tonne of bricks. ‘Break it’ he yelled. ‘If your mum’s that intoxicated then surely she won’t her it breaking.’

Before long I found myself scraping through a tight hole in the window, created by a forceful elbow. The jagged glass was pretty hard to get through. I managed it though. We I stepped foot inside, I immediately regretted it. Nath stayed outside to keep a look out, but looking back at it now, he didn’t do a very good job. I had never been in the attic and there was a very good reason for it. It creeped me out. It was dirty, smelly and disgusting. It needed a good cleaning out, but it definitely wasn’t going to come from my mother. The place held too many documents of sentimental value and harsh times.

Knowing what I wanted, but not knowing where to start looking, I searched for the label boxes. As bad as my mother was, she liked to keep things organised just in case they ever came in useful. Each was organised by ye-

‘Okay Ms, can you please just get to the point’ the officer interrupted. I just nodded and shrugged.

So, to cut a long story short, there it was. The document I needed the most; my birth certificate. My heart throbbed when I came upon it, but I had mixed feelings about it. I didn’t know if I wanted to read it or tear it up. I kept it though. I just stuffed it in my pocket and put away all the boxes. I had to get out of there as soon as possible. I hadn’t put one foot out the window when I heard the sirens. I knew that I had been caught and there was no escaping the mess that I was in.  

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