New York

Chapter 11

Toby stutters, "Ty...Tyler. I di...didn't mean to. It slipped man!"

I watch as Tyler grins evilly and watches Toby carefully as he trips over his words. I raise my eyebrows at Toby's behavior and how calm Tyler seems to be regarding the situation. So Tyler's father was the one to murder them or wasn't? The confusion etches its way onto my face.

"Toby, shut up." Tyler demands.

Toby shuts his mouth tightly and his lips form a straight line. He averts his eyes to the sandy ground, refusing to make eye contact with Tyler.

"Tyler...." My voice comes out soft and I am looking at my feet as well. I feel his eyes turn to me and his eyes burn holes in the side of my head.

"What Luka?" His voice is firm.

I look up at him with teary narrowed eyed, "Excuse the hell out of you. You will drop the attitude with me. I was not the one that pried into your life. It was thrown upon me. I am the one having all this information soak into me. You were the one hiding the fact that your father and your gang were the ones to murder my parents! They slaughtered them because your father was feeling heartbroken over you." I pause and point towards Tyler, "You kept that from me! I opened up to you about the heartbreak I felt and the trauma I went through watching my parent's life drain from their eyes."

Tyler grabs me and pulls my weak body towards his. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I try to push him away from me, but fail miserably as tears fall down my cheeks.

"Luka...my father was not the one to murder your parents. I know he didn't. Toby has some of his information mixed up and never should have told you about any of that." Tyler tries to convince me.

"How do I know you aren't lying to save your father's ass Tyler?" my voice is accusing and meek.

"My father and I aren't on the same terms anymore. It isn't like when I was little. We don't get along Luka. There is no reason for me to lie to you." He holds my face softly in his hands.

I search his eyes for any doubt and come up empty handed. I nod slowly and even though the information didn't seem to add up, I let it go.

Tyler's POV

I watched as Luka's accused my own father of murdering her parents. I watched as the pain and anger coursed through her. Her small, teary eyes staring directly into mine, accusing me of so much but she doesn't say anything. The anger boils in my blood even though I know the truth. There is something about her accusing him that sets me off when I hear her whisper my name.

"What?" my voice escaped firmer and rougher than I wanted.

Her eyes snapped to mine and the tears gone. Her look of anger made my hard demeanor soften.

"Excuse the hell out of you. You will drop the attitude with me. I was not the one that pried into your life. It was thrown upon me. I am the one having all this information soak into me. You were the one hiding the fact that your father and your gang were the ones to murder my parents! They slaughtered them because your father was feeling heartbroken over you." She points towards me and continues, "You kept that from me! I opened up to you about the heartbreak I felt and the trauma I went through watching my parent's life drain from their eyes." Her voice breaking as she finished

The tears came back but didn't just brim her eyes, they were freely flowing down her pink tinted cheeks. The pain seeped through with every word. I wrap my arms around her fragile body and feel her hands land on my chest; she attempts to push me away and I feel my chest tighten. Why is she pushing me away?

I tried to explain to her that my father was not the one to murder her parents. I told her I wouldn't cover for him. He wasn't worth the excuses, but deep down the guilt was eating me alive. I know he did it. I knew he was the reason the girl I am in love with, is so broken. How could I tell her the truth when I knew she was going to leave me? I couldn't let that happen so I continued. The lies tumbling out of my mouth without a second thought and her sniffles were slowly dying down.

I hate toby for telling her or for even givingher the idea that my father could have murdered them. I glare at him as my armswrap around Luka's shoulders again. He crosses his arms and smirks in mydirection as Luka buries her face in my chest. I raise my eye brow at him andhe lightly shakes his head as his evil little smirk stays on his face. Itighten my grip on Luka and push back slightly as she does. She gets on hertiptoes and presses her lips to mine. I smile at her and she gives a small onein return. I look at Toby and watch as his smirk falters and anger takes itsplace. Two can play at that game.