Like I Never Loved You At All {Sequel To Life's Highway}

Chapter Twenty Six-You're A Terrible Father

Darian couldn't remember what exactly made her go back into Louis' house, was it Chantelle? Was it the interest? Or was it the plain joy of looking at her sisters handwriting.

But she didn't care, as she rummaged through the box endlessly looking from letter to letter, they were all old and stained indicating they'd been written years ago.

As she place one of Phoebe's letters back in the box something caught her eye. Envelopes, old unopened envelops.

Interest overcoming her she ached as she held the envelopes firmly in her shaking hands. Phoebe's hand writing.

Darian stroked the unopened envelopes before tearing the first open.

Dear Louis,

I know you're pissed about what happened, I told you no good would come. Theres only yourself to blame Louis, you abandoned her all on your own, no one made you leave her. No one but yourself.

And don't give me the I was only seventeen crap. I was seventeen too.

-Phoebe.

Dear Louis,

I don't know if you read my last letter, and if you did I understand why you didn't reply.

But it's true, we were both seventeen when she was born. I guess now your turning twenty in December it's all makes more sense to you-that or you just want to annoy the crap out of me.

Once she asked me if you loved her, and when she did I wished I could've said yet without feeling a put of guilt for lying to her, for lying to you.

I can tell her anything but no matter what I have to live knowing I pushed you away. I didn't tell you I was pregnant 'til I went into labour and then expected you to stay and be a father. When you were seventeen.

And I hate that I did that. I really hate knowing my daughter's growing up without a father and it's all my fault. I'm sorry, and I mean it this time.

-Phoebe

Dear Louis,

Please answer me-just once, how hard is it to get some paper and write? I put some photos of Cristell in here. I thought you'd want them...you can come into her life when ever you're ready. Please, whenever you're ready.

-Phoebe

Dear Louis

It was her birthday party yesterday, she's three now. You know I think I was wrong when I said she hates you. She doesn't, she's just forgotten who you are. I'm sorry but I don't see the point in reminding her unless you want me to. Do you want me to?

I was thinking the other day about that summer in the eighth grade when our parents dragged us into that lodge for the whole summer and we tried to avoid each other every second, but in the end we stayed up all night in your room watching horror movies. You know that's all I want, I want you to watch horror movies with you all night knowing our daughter was asleep in the room next to ours. Louis just come see us, I know I told you not to but I really regret it now, Cristell needs you.

More than I want to admit.

-Phoebe

Dear Louis

I can't do this. I can't live. I tried, I tried to do what's best for Cristell and I know it's not me. I can't say everything in this letter but I can't keep her, social services is already on to and in at least a month she'll end up in foster care and I can't live knowing that. Please Louis, consider the facts and reply. If I can't keep her, I want you to.