Reasons For My Lies

Hayley's POV :   *BEEP...BEEP* "Mmm" I mumble to myself still half asleep, as I feel to my right for the off button of my alarm. I sit up on the edge of my bed rubbing my eyes trying to gain consciousness as I reach for my phone to see what time it is. "4.45am" I thought to myself "plenty of time" I tip toe to my closet trying not to wake these old wooden floors, reaching for my denim jeans and an old white singlet. I grab my brown leather jacket hanging over my chested drawers and my riding boots from beside by bedroom door, as I creep across the hall for the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hair, rinse and pat dry my face to then find myself staring at the girl in front of me. Light blonde hair that fell to her hips, bright green eyes with hazel specs, plumb pink lips and a small nose with a few light freckles that extended to her cheek bones. I studied my reflection for a few more minutes noticing that the only feature recognizable to me anymore was my freckles, though they were fading too as time past. I quietly go downstairs towards the front door. I look down on the couch as I sneak past the living room and there he was. He had empty beer bottles around him, with one still a quarter full, gripped tightly in his hand. He had been drinking heavy again last night by the look of the scene laid out before me. I don't blame him, more so felt for him. He was suffering and trying to hide all his emotions deep inside, trying not to change....for me. however, both our mirror images were unrecognizable.  I opened the front door to a certain degree, ensuring it was just wide enough for me to slip though, though not wide enough to make a sound. Two years now and I had become quite an expert at leaving this house, without being heard or seen. As I reach the front porch, I bend over to slip on my riding boots, causing my long blonde hair to cascade down, blocking the morning light. I rise and reach for my jacket that I have hung over the chair next to me and look out over the street to see a haunting face staring right through me. "No...it couldn't be" I thought to myself. I had not seen him for almost three years. Not breaking eye contact, I put my arms though my jacket and pull it over my shoulders. He looked different, mysterious, dangerous....broken. Many features had changed about the man standing on the other side of the street, but it was him. I ran my fingers through my hair, reshuffling it back into place whilst memories flooded my mind. *VIBRATE* as if to pull me out of my trance, I felt my phone go off from in my back pocket. "Cassie" I thought to myself. I pulled it out to check the notification, only to gasp at the time "5.40AM!!...SHIT" I glance back over to the man standing on the street, panic now washed over my face and him looking more intrigued with my sudden reaction.