No Secrets

Chapter One

"We're here" the taxi driver yelled waking me from my sleep.
I yawned and paid the driver. I grabbed my duffle bag and got out. I took a deep breath staring up at the familiar building. The Central City Police Station. The smell of sausage and coffee from the diner across the street filled my nostrils. My stomach began to rumble. I decided to get something to eat before going into the station for my much undesired family reunion.
I walked into the diner called "The Motorcar" for a late breakfast. The waitress walked passed me carrying four plates on her arms.
She turned and took a quick look at me, "Take a seat Darling and I'll be right back to take your order." She smiled
I smiled back and took a seat in a booth by the window. I looked at the menu for a moment and then reached into my bag and pulled out a pen and my sketchbook. I felt awkward sitting alone but luckily there was a guy sitting in the booth in front of me doing the same thing. He was listening to some kind of radio and kept looking across the street. He would occasionally glance at his watch and then scribble something down in his small notebook. I don't know what but something about him peaked my interest. Next thing I knew I was halfway done sketching a drawing of the stranger in my sketchbook.
"That's a really good drawing you've drawn there." The waitress said motioning to my drawing with her pen in her hand. I jumped a little, startled by the waitress. The man pulled his eyes away from the police station and glanced over at me. His piercing blue eyes made me start to blush. He smirked at my reaction to the waitress and then something on his radio caught his attention and his eyes were glued back to the police station once again.
"Oh, sorry if I startled you honey. What can I get started for ya?"
"I'll have two pancakes, a side of bacon, and a cup of water." I said handing her back the menu.
"I'll have that right out for ya" She smiled and walked back into the kitchen.
I went back to drawing. A few moments later the waitress brought my food out right after I had finished my drawing. I put my sketchbook away and started on my pancakes. I sat there eating my food and watching the cops hustle in and out of the station. Eventually I saw a familiar face walking down the stairs of the station. It was Joe West, my adoptive father. He got into his cruiser with his partner and drove away. I had finished my breakfast and figured now would be the best time to go see my twin brother. I put some cash on the table, grabbed my bag and walked towards the door.

Once I got into the precinct it was crazy. Cops were all over the place, answering loudly ringing phones, running past me, and arguing with each other. I saw Captain Singh walking out of his office and ran over to him.
"Excuse me!" I said hoping he wouldn't recognize me. He turned and looked at me confused. "Sorry, I'm looking for CSI Barry Allen."
"Aren't we all!" He sighed and threw his hands up in the air. "The boy calls in sick for a week and then it turns out that he ran away to Starling City to try to track down yet another vigilante! If you hear from him before I do you can tell him that if he's not back here by tonight he can kiss this job goodbye!" Singh yelled catching me by surprise.
"Oh! Alrighty, uh yeah, I'll let him know if I see him." I gave him an awkward smile and walked outside.

Once I was outside I looked over at the diner's window to see that the blue eyed stranger had left. I sighed and started the walk to my art studio. I left this town five years ago. I needed to get away and figure a few things out in life. I sold almost everything I had except for what was in my duffle bag and my art studio. I tried parting ways with the studio but in the end I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of it. It was the first big thing I had ever bought. Barry and my adoptive sister, Iris, both saved their money for college but I decided not to go and instead I bought my studio. Joe wasn't happy when he found out and that led to some uncomfortable and tension filled nights at the house. Eventually I converted the upstairs loft that was supposed to be a storage space into a bedroom and built a bathroom up there. The studio already had a kitchen in it when you walked in. After my renovations I quickly moved out of Joe's without a word and into my art studio.
After the long relaxing walk I finally made it to my studio. I unlocked the door and turned on the lights. Everything was exactly how I left it except now there was a thick layer of dust on everything. I set my bag down and began to open the windows. I grabbed a band from around my wrist and tied up my long brown hair into a high ponytail then proceed to pull off the large white sheets that covered the couch, my easels, and my bed upstairs. I started dusting everything off and sweeping, however I had to stop to cough many times from how much dust was being stirred up into the air. After a few hours I got the whole place cleaned. I grabbed my duffle bag off the floor and carried it upstairs. I threw my bag on the floor by my bed and took out my sketchbook. I flipped through the pages looking at all the random things I'd sketched throughout the years and then I stopped on the paged with the blue eyed stranger. I examined it for a moment and then smiled. I closed the book, throwing it onto my bed and walking into the bathroom to clean myself up.