Turn Against

Secrets

"It was our government.." I looked down to the steaming heap before me.

     "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?" he shouted with intensity in his voice I never heard before.

    "There is this  facility where they force feed you fighting techniques and workouts and we became able to detect even the subtlist  details. We notice everything. We leaned everything the government needs us to know in order to be their perfect little weapons." my voice bubbled with the hatred I had held in for so long.

      "Oh" he shoved food in his mouth and watched me curiously.

      His gaze made me nervous and my stomach flutter.

      He cleared the table after we finished and we carried out the evening in silence.

     I didn't know if he believed me.

      He'd always been open minded but even then my story was a little hard to chew. He finally broke the silence when I went to go to bed.

     "Why you?" his eyes met mine and forced me to answer. The only answer I knew.

     "I honestly don't know.." and with that I turned away.

       I crawled under all the fuzzy blankets and layers of pillows. Even with all of that it was one of the coldest days of my existence.

       I knew I could only run for so long...

     The next morning the scent of greasy ,sizzling ,food filled my nose.
      He was going to make me fat...

    Great just the cherry on top of all my problems.
       
    He ran in and jumped on the bed beside me.

    "So I made breakfast but some of it burned so I made bacon just bacon." his sheepish grin warmed me.

     "Cool bacon is all you need for a nutritious meal anyway" I said rubbing my eyes and yawning.

     "You're my kinda woman" he winked and then popped out of bed remembering his cooking food.

    I laughed and wondered if I could just forget my problem and lay in bed all day just talking to this boy and eating food to make me fat and him not even care.

    I reluctantly climbed from the heap of blankets and grabbed a pair of jeans from my bag.

"Hey Tyler can you do me a favor? I  need some new clothes" my voice echoed in the small space.

     "I can get you whatever you need. No need to  worry  when you have a wonderful man li-" with that his voice was cut short and a sound of falling pots filled the air.

     My legs moved with gazzelle like grace and I was in the kitchen before I knew it.

     "I'm OKAY!!" he leapt up to his feet and gave me a thumbs up.

    I started to laugh when he realized he had the burnt remnants of this mornings attempt at breakfast poured all over him.

    His hair was poofed up in the back like it used to do when we were kids.

    "I have cereal and some dirty floor bacon" his lips parted into a pout.

"Cereal sounds pretty good about now" I laughed which helped to ease some of the tension from the past few days.
 
     "So what is it that you need? I'm a rich man I can purchase all you request" he said with a stuffy rich voice he must have practiced before to get right.