"Mmm! This is so good, Tyler!" She smiles "The cake is so soft and light, you did ever such a good job in the icing! It's completely even! I
wouldn't be able to do that even if I tried!"
"I try my best Mrs M, I try my best." He could not believe she was believing this.
"Oh Mum, come on! You know Ty. He burns Poptarts, he definitely cannot cook this." He laughs, rolling up his sleeves. "Pft! It is hot in here!
Tyler, can you open a window please?" He fanned his face with his hand.
"Troye?" His mum said, sharp, as she saw his arms.
He stopped, they all did.
Troye's face drained of colour, his eyes widened. His heart beat increased until he thought his head would explode, his breathing began to get
shallower until he had to gasp for breath. He felt cold, yet his skin felt like it was raging. His hands began to shake whilst his knees grew weak.
He could barely see, his eyes stinging as they filled with hot tears.
Looking over at Tyler, his reaction was the same.
Laurelle's mouth was set in a thin line, her face red.
"Mum..." He began, though his mother's eyes threw him off.
Her eyes were like a channel into her heart, her open and bleeding heart.
Her child had just revealed a secret.
A secret that hurts.
A secret that caused her world to come crumbling down.
She could not stop looking at the welts on his pale arms; her child had hurt himself.
Had cut himself.
And she had not been told.