The Truth Behind Every Lie

Chapter Two: 'i prefer the term, psycho.'

I awoke to the sound of birds tweeting outside my window.
I rolled over hoping to fall back asleep on Tyler, except, he wasn't there. Now at this point, many things had begun to rush around my head at this moment. Call me superstitious but I don't like to be alarmed by situations like this.

I sat up in alert and scanned the room for any sign of forced entry, smashed windows etc..

I heard a familiar and calming chuckle, "Nat I'm here, your mum has made breakfast, I've just had a shower." Tyler stood at the foot of the bed, he was dressed however his hair was still damp leaving trails of water droplets down his face.

I collected myself and felt myself blush from embarrassment , "Oh, I was just checking that you hadn't been kidnapped. That would have been unfortunate. You go on and head down, I'll be in the shower." I responded to him as I threw the covers off myself and strolled passed him into the bathroom and locking the door.

I jumped in the shower, washed my body and shaved.

After I got out, I pulled on a cropped polo shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I looked into the mirror at my skin.
My skin had always been fairly clear, almost too clear, without much colour.
The only colour I had were my freckles that dotted across my cheekbones and nose.
Throughout my childhood years, I was more of a boy than a girl.
Physically, I looked like one however I never acted like one.
No one really knew that I had it in me to be one until prom.
Wow, the wonders of makeup.
I applied facial cream, brushed through my eyebrows and rubbed on lip balm.

I combed through my hair before throwing it back into a messy bun. Decided that I wasn't in the mood to put effort into my hair.

I stumbled down stairs to join Tyler at the dining table where the rest of my family were digging into their breakfast. Clearly didn't fancy waiting for their daughter now did they?

"Someone's moody this morning." My mum frowned at me. She handed me a much needed coffee. The small frown on my face never went undetected by her.

"It's Sunday and that means work tomorrow." I hushed her. Don't get me wrong, I love my work. But I love weekends more.

"Don't tell me that FBI work is tiring
you out already!" My dad laughed at me.

"Nothing compares to the ten kilometre runs you used to make me do at the age of fourteen at half six in the morning." I responded.

Tyler gawked, "he used to make you do ten kilometres?"

"And that was only on the days when he was in a good mood." I muttered.

"You make it sound like I was torturing you Tal, don't forget that you were the one who used to beat up my colleagues!" My dad protested.

Tyler's mouth stayed open, "you used to..what? You both are crazy, I thought you punching me at College was a one off!
Not a whole string of craziness!"

"Tyler dear, you should have realised my craziness when I first told you that I knew how to fight. Oh and that punch was a one off, couldn't risk being suspended, again." I shrugged whilst popping a waffle into my mouth.

Tyler grabbed a pancake, "Oh that's better I guess then, wait. Again? As in you got suspended before?!"

My mum snorted, "don't know what you were expecting, Nat is an identical remake of her father!"

Tyler sighed, "remind me why I asked you out again?"

"Because you love me." I attempted to batter my eyelashes. Not that it would work. I really didn't have much charm.