The Truth Behind Every Lie

Chapter Eight: 'i love you too.'

Nothing, and I mean nothing, was better than hearing that we could now leave the plane.

The past 6 hours were the most torturing hours of my life.
I was up and out of my seat way before anyone else on the plane was, and I thought that maybe the odds were in my favour but no once again the world wanted me to hate it. "Natalia." I groaned as I heard the voice behind me during my desperate attempt to leave.
"Yes." My voice was almost a hiss whilst I slowly turned around.
"I've really enjoyed these past hours, I was wondering whether you wanted to switch numbers?" Alice held her phone towards me.

You had got to be kidding me.

But then an idea clicked, "why don't you give me your number?" I asked innocently.

"Okay!" She typed her number into my phone, "call me so I can get yours!"

"I will do." No. Not. Never.

I spun back around, exited the plane and made my way into the airport.
This wasn't my first time in New York, my parents had taken me here when I'm as younger so I was fairly familiar with the major parts but in all honesty, I was nervous.

The last time I moved state was with someone, this time I was alone.

I wandered through the bustling airport until eventually I found myself outside.
I stood around waiting for the Uber I had called to come.
After around waiting for roughly 10 minutes, an Uber car pulled up and my phone dinged with the notification 'your Uber has arrived.'
I clambered in, the dryness of the car was oddly comforting along with the heating thawing out my frozen ears and finger tips.
I told the driver the address and he drove off leaving me exhausted, lounging in the backseat.

After about 45 minutes of me gazing out the window into the unfamiliar but very stunning life of New York, the Uber pulled up into a road I recognised.

Last week, I had flown out here to collect the apartment key, bring my car over and place all of my furniture inside of the apartment. Of course it was all still in boxes, I had flown back to Idaho to spend another week at home before I moved in. Regardless of the fact that my parents knew for definite that I was moving in, my dad still tried convincing me to stay.

I thanked and payed the driver before reluctantly leaving the warmth of the car and back out into the minuses of the NY air. Not that Idaho or Portland where really any warmer states.

I entered the building, passing a few people with their prying eyes. They could clearly tell that I wasn't from around here. My 'hellos' didn't have much of an accent compared to theirs.

I hopped in one of the elevators and selected the 4th floor. After some time, the ding followed by the opening of the elevator doors signified that I was on the right floor. I looked down the hall to spot the numbers on the doors to know which way to go, I followed the numbers down until I came across number 108.
I smiled to myself, I placed the key into the lock, twisting it and it clicked. I pushed against the oak door revealing the scent of paint into my nostrils as I stepped into my very new, very bare and very spacious apartment.

I closed the door behind me, dropped my bag on the ground and walked over towards the window.
The view was pretty good.
I turned back around to take in my new little home.
I mean, furnishing was limited, however the necessities were there.

I strolled into the master bedroom, and slumped down on the bed.
It was only now I had released how much my much I ached, I hate being cooped up and sitting down for long periods of time.

I laid down and arched my back before I heard it click. I dug my hand into my back pocket and brought out my phone. It read:

4 missed calls from Dad❤️

Oh my word.
I hit call to ring him back, the phone didn't even have to ring before he answered.

"Natalia! Why haven't you been answering me!"

I rolled my eyes, "correct me if I'm wrong, but my flight was 6 hours and I have only just arrived at my apartment?"

There was a pause on the other side of the line.

"Good point."
"How was the flight?"

"Tiring."

"Is this your way of telling me that you want me to go so you can sleep? Because if so all you have to do is ask?"

I choked back a laugh, "well if you don't mind, night."

I could almost hear my dad rolling his eyes, "Get some rest then, I'll tell your mum that you called. I love you."

I smiled, "I love you too."

And with that, I hung up the phone.

Plugging it into charge, I threw myself back down on to my bed and closed my eyes letting sleep engulf me.

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I awoke the next morning to a dim light coming through the window, I rolled over just to find no sun but just a clouded day.
What a way to settle the mood.

I looked down, only to realise that I was still in yesterday's clothes and after a lung time of contemplating and groaning I stood up and groggily walked over in the bathroom carrying my toiletry bag with me.

Once in the bathroom, I turned on the shower and clambered our of my clothes. I chucked them over to the side and climbed in.
This was a much needed wash.
Thoroughly, I scrubbed my scalp with the familiar scent of my new coconut shampoo, I shaved and harshly rubbed the shower gel over my skin. I grabbed the facial wash, that I really needed to restock, and massaged my face with it, making sure ti not kiss any spots before I rinsed off my whole body and switched off the shower.

After getting out and cleaning my teeth, I took to work in my skin.
I stared into my eyes, they had more of a misty celeste tone to them rather their normal royal blue colour.
Regardless of how drained my face looked, I had work to do.

I wondered back into the living room just to be faced with a mountain of boxes.
All which I had to unpack and decorate my apartment with.
I was never one for being creative and I definitely was the worst artist in this planet, so this-for me- was worse than any crime I've had to endure.

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A/N: I apologise for the fairly short chapter, I promise that they will become longer. This was more of just a fill up chapter.
Still I hope you enjoyed anyway :)