COMPLETED
Ranked #1 in ChickLit
(This book is unedited and crap.)
Madison Fray isn't just any ordinary teenager. Being the daughter of a world famous actress and singer, Georgia Fray - she has to tackle a lot of problems that come her way.
Especi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
He knows, Dirty secrets that I keep, Does he know it's killing me? He knows, he knows, he knows.
The music blasts from the car that enters the parking lot as we make our way towards the hospital entrance.
How apt.
I glance up at Tyler who is striding next to me, his hands in his pocket, whistling some tune to himself. I try to breathe slowly, an attempt to calm myself down but it doesn't help.
Tyler knows. He had known it for the past three months and yet, he hadn't said a word. And I don't think he'd told anyone else either or else I would have found out somehow.
So right now, Tyler doesn't know that I know that he knows.
I try to relax but the weird feeling in my stomach doesn't help at all. After we enter into the hospital, the three of us make our way down the corridor, into one of the rooms where I'm asked to sit on the bed. The nurse slowly unwraps the bandage and asks me to wait till the doctor arrives. Kevin excuses himself to go to the washroom which leaves me with Tyler, all alone.
He sits on a chair and picks up the magazine from the coffee table, flipping through the pages while tapping his foot on the floor. I shift uncomfortably, trying to think of a way to start the conversation.
Finally, I pluck up the courage and simply say. "You know."
Tyler looks up from the magazine, a crease between his eyebrows. "I know what?"
I let out a breath and swallow, trying to think of what to say next. "My Uncle George." I utter, as I watch his eyes flicker to mine and I continue to stare at him, waiting for a response.
He shakes his head and shrugs, innocently. "You're Uncle George whose wife didn't want you to sing in the competition-"
"Tyler," I interject, closing my eyes, wondering how fast everything seemed to have happened in the past month. How December had managed to change everything - Travis, Alex and now the fact that my secret wasn't exactly a secret anymore.
How my secret had never been a secret because Tyler had known about it all along.
"You don't need to pretend." I tell him. "You're good at voices. There's no way that story about my Uncle George could have fooled you."
"Mads, I -" he begins to say but right at that moment Dr. Simmons enters, holding a writing pad in his hand and Tyler stops talking.
"Let's see how you've progressed," Dr. Simmons says as he examines my wound. After a moment he seems pleased with how the wound has healed and prescribes a new set of medicines. I sigh as I take the list from him, my mind having ignored half the things he had said because I was too busy thinking about this whole Tyler knows that Georgia is my mom thing.
