twenty

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B L A I R A L D E R I D G E

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I keep my body as far away from him without it being noticable. I have Reese in my lap, suffocated by my arms. Thankfully Levi is driving the speed of a grandma so he's safe on my lap.

I don't anything to happen to my baby.

My mind is clouded by worry that I didn't even realize we were in my driveway. I don't look over at him, only keeping my head down while holding on to Reese.

I practically run out of the car and to the front door, an empty feeling laying in my stomach.

I grab my keys from my purse, unlocking the door and walking in. "Dad, I'm home!" I yell through the house, placing my bag on a hook. I internally roll my eyes when he doesn't respond. I peek around the corner to check if he's there.

Instead of seeing him running over to see Reese with a smile on his face, his body is laying face down in a pool of his own blood. Goosebumps spread along my body. My knees buckle but it takes all my strength to keep standing and hold any tears back.

Even from where I'm standing I can see everything in detail. Blood splattered all around the kitchen, his body laying in a position as if he was standing before falling.

A shatter in the glass window is what catches my attention. A singular hole but cracks spread all around it. A bullet. He would've been standing at the entrance of the kitchen and then shot right in the head.

He's dead. I'm standing there. Speechless. I don't know what I feel, I feel empty.

There's no sadness, anger or anything. It's just empty.

My dad.

My bestfriend.

He was supposed to hold my hand as he walked me down the aisle, tell me off when I ate before dinner, wake me up when I yell I don't want to go to school.

He can't leave. First my mother now him.

A hand on my shoulder breaks my thoughts. I gasp at the contact, looking at whoever it is.

Levi.

He's staring into my eyes, searching for something, anything, like he already knew what would be waiting for me when I walked in.

"You did this." I whisper, staring back at my father.

He stays silent for a moment, "Pack a bag, you're staying with me." He mumbles.

"I am not staying with you. Ever."

"Yes you are. I'm your only option, just admit it." He says in a rude tone.

"I'll find a place, I'll perfectly capable of being an adult." I hold a Reese tighter.

"You've got no where to go. Would you rather stay here, watch him be picked up by strangers and wheeled out with a sheet over him or would you rather come with me and I'll deal with that." He taunts.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Stop treating me like I'm a worthless child." I frown with tears filling my eyes.

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