The Truth Behind Every Lie

Chapter Seven: 'please stop talking.'

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I clutched the handle of my travel suitcase in one hand and my passport in the other, "yes dad, you've asked me this too many times now. I need this."
This scene could have been more sentimental if we weren't in a congested airport standing awkwardly outside of security.

My dad kissed my forehead, "I just want to make sure that you definitely want to do this. You only just decided to tell us about this two days ago. I just want to make sure that you'll be okay."

Smiling, I answered him, "I will be fine, I know how to defend myself." I giggled.

I collected myself and turned to my mum, " you don't have to worry, I'm only moving to a different state, not to Australia."

I wasn't sure if my very mild and tame joke helped at all but after about three seconds she sighed and pulled me into a hug, "all I want is for you to feel better."

I frowned and crossed my arms, "mum I know but I'm fine." I whined.

She held onto my arms and tilted her head, "sweetie, you're not. The next time I see you, I want you to be happy. That's why I want you to go, regardless of what your dad says, you need this." She leant over and also kissed my forehead.

I breathed, "thanks mum. I'll miss you and dad," I paused, "a lot."

"Aw hunny we will miss you too." My mum looked like she was about to cry and my dad placed a hand on my shoulder.

Over the period of the last 48 hours, I had only spoken to my parents.
I couldn't face anyone else.

I couldn't tell them the answers they wanted as to why I left.
Most importantly, I couldn't tell them where I was going to.
My emotions were all over the place, I didn't need them to worry about me or come visit me.

I didn't need that. I didn't want it.
I just need to be alone.

I glanced at the time on my phone, "I suppose I better get going then." I paused, "I'll call soon." I added on the end.
They both nodded back at me, I waved at them as I took my suitcase, dragging it behind me, further into the airport.

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Making myself comfortable, I perched on one of the seats that was overlooked the multiple planes and the runway.

I whipped out my phone in order to distract me from my boredom.
I wasn't up for social media so I flicked through my camera roll.
All the way up to the top.
My first ever picture was an artistic shot of me and my dad holding guns when he found out I decided to join the FBI.
The second was a Christmas family photo, a selfie to be more precise.
It was an old one, my dad was holding the camera- my mum by his side.
I was laying on the sofa, my legs spread out very in lady like, in the background trapped underneath the body of my brother, Logan.
I haven't seen Logan in years.
He moved to Spain a few years back for work, and if I'm correct, I think he's with the police force but I wouldn't know.
We rarely talked.
I got odd messages and calls here and there for my birthday, Christmas and even once for National Siblings day.

Of course, I knew what he was doing through social media but it's not the same as seeing him. We were close growing up, he grew up protective over me so my dad started training the both of us but he still felt the need to save me regardless.

The thought made me smile.
I flicked across again, to the third picture.
Another selfie, but of Tyler and I.
On our first date, back at college, at his basketball game. He was all sweaty and I was there as his supporter. The longer I stared at the picture, the more I wanted to forget.