I remember when I first met Tyler. It was in the middle of a storm during August. The leaves in the trees were shaking badly. Thunder was rumbing contantly. Rain pelted the roof. Occasionally there'd be a lightning strike not far from the house, although I have to admit the thunder scared me more. I was watching the thunderstorm ravage our home safely from the window in the living room. There was a fire going in the fireplace and I was warm and toasty, with a blanket wrapped around me. I was a little frightened yet content. Then suddenly, there was a knock at the door. That was odd. We didn't often have visitors. We lived in the middle of the woods for a reason. 

     My adoptive mother, whom I've lived with since I was six and barely remember otherwise, approached the door with extreme caution. She pulled open the blinds at the window to check who could possibly be outside. As soon as she saw, she opened the door quickly. I had not seen what she did, but judging from her reaction I guessed I shouldn't be too scared. However knowing that was a different thing from feeling that. I couldn't help but feel frightened.

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     She ushered in a young boy about my age. He had black hair and bright, knowing green eyes. He barely glanced at my mother before looking at me. However frightened I was, his gaze made me the tinest bit excited and I didn't know why. He gave me a small smile before returning his gaze to my mother.

     My mother was a caring person, and she let him in to take shelter with us during the storm, with the agreement he'd leave in the morning. He didn't. He'd always come up with a different excuse: it was too wet still, he didn't have a any nice clothes to see his mother in, he got lost easily. He did chores for us and mother was too kind-hearted to ask him to leave. She thought he was an innocent boy and never imagined he could be lying. However, I didn't trust him from the moment he walked in our door. We never had visitors and he seemed to know stuff about us, and then quickly cover for himself. I always cornered him and demanded to know what he was doing, but my mother caught me and stopped me, saying I was being rude. He never said much about where he was from, until the day he finally decided to tell me the truth...