I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

LXXVII.

Lindsey and Shannon were simply walking slowly as they made their way to the park, the route she took him through the night he picked her up from her house and they discussed that fact that her mother was, in fact, Stevie Nicks. 

Although it felt like it was returning to the scene of the initial crime, it had always been her safe space to go to when she needed out of her house as a teenager, it was like a comfort zone.

He didn't say much as he pondered over things because he had no idea what to expect from her even though she appeared calm and quiet.

Shannon had always been sarcastic and loud mouthed, saying things bluntly as she called them, although on many occasions, she was silent like her father; a thinker and observer. 

Really, she was thinking about what she wanted to say to him because even though she had thought about it many times, nothing seemed like a good enough of an apology.

Looking over at Lindsey, "Hm..." she kind of hummed more to herself because not only could she tell her was trying to read the situation and figure out what she wanted from him, she noticed how eager he was to get back to the house for the sake of her mother and new baby.

"What?" he looked over at her, smirking only because it seemed she always had a shit-eating grin marking her face.

"Nothing," she shook her head, smirking the whole time.

"You're leaving me in suspense, kiddo..." he admitted with a nervous laugh.

"I just remember when Nick was born and how thrilled my dad was, incredibly surprised and overwhelmed because, according to them, he was an oops," she smirked once more. "But you have that gleam he had and I know you're anxious to get back to them, so I promise I won't take much more of your time," she stopped, sitting on the over sized tree trunk that rooted into the grass, yet acted as a bench.

He leaned into the tree, not wanting to sit but to look her in the eyes as she spoke to him.

Looking up at him, she sighed. "I'm really sorry about how I acted when all of this happened," she rubbed her hands together, the metal of her rings swiping each other. "When you take things like that for instance, the memories I have of my parents living their lives together, the love and excitement even over an oops, it more than likely explains why I was so appalled to know she was having an affair to begin with... But then, when you're me, you think a little extra and recall the fights in which they had; the sound of glass shattering, the screaming and yelling, the fear as a child that they would physically hurt one another..." she paused and shook her head.

He dropped his gaze just a bit, taking in her words, recalling those days well because he was there for a lot of them, just not where her children were concerned.

"I guess I should have started off by saying I'm not mad about that anymore, just because it has seemed to turn out for the best as far as things go for my mom..." she sighed.

He smiled small.

"I didn't understand how my mom could hurt somebody who loved her so much, who she claimed to love so much and I was mad. When she told us she was pregnant, I was the first to know it wasn't my dad's and I told her then, she should have divorced my dad years before, but I'm sure, you knew that considering you're not the stranger I thought you were..."

"Shannon, I'm really sorry we lied," he shook his head. "I was so stunned that night and your mom has always been quick on her feet, especially when it comes to you guys..."

"Like a cat," she shrugged. "And no matter how many times she's dropped, she lands on her feet... My mom's taken a lot of shit from me and she forgives me for things she probably shouldn't," she admitted. "I was really terrible to both of you and that was not very mature of me."