Tyler dragged me to my room and shut and locked my door. Before I could make any sound of protest, he put a warm finger to my lips. He sat me down on my bed with ease. I couldn't help but eye his buldging muscles. He noticed me looking and smirked a bit, but quickly turned more serious as he sat next to me.

"I have something I probably should tell you," he admitted, looking down at his lap. I followed his eyes but then quiclkly looked back up at his face, hoping he didn't notice.

"That's obvious," I spat. "You've shown up here unannounced and just stayed with no excuse. You're intruding in my own house and my own mother doesn't even realise your evil plan." Tyler scoffed at that.

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"There's no evil plan, I assure you. Well..." He fiddled with his watch. "Maybe there is. I don't know. I didn't think there was before, but maybe..." He glaced up at me nervously. I glared at him angrily.

"Speak."

"Alright, fine," Tyler sighed. "I suppose I should start at the beginning. My mother..." He sighed again and closed his eyes. "I had a sister. One that I don't even remember. And before I tell you anything more I should tell you about how she died."