The Wall We Built

Chapter 37

Ever since my dad went to the hospital I stayed in my house obsessing  over who shot my dad.  I needed to find him... I've ran down every lead I can find.  Also of course with worrying about this I haven't eaten much food and I haven't changed out of my blood stained cloths.  I look like crap.

It's been about two days or more... I finally decided to distract myself by taking a shower.  That didn't help... I figured it wouldn't help I always think to much when I'm in the shower.  I walked upstairs and jumped when I herd a knock on the door.

I turned to face the door... It was Oliver.  He was smiling but still had a concerned look on his face.  I walked over and opened the door.  When I did he tried to give me a hug and I shrugged it off.

"Lydia what's wrong"  I'd rather him be serious than all sweet and trying to be sincere. 

"Nothing I just know why your here... You and others have already been by here trying to convince me to stop looking and let the police."  I paused looking at the ground for a few seconds.  "And I'm guessing they gave up and figured that I would listen to you." 

Oliver shot me a hurt look...  Like I said the worst thing in the world possible.  "Lydia we just care about you...  And you need to go see your father."  He paused and looked out the window past me.  "You know the doctors said he might not wake up from his comma."

He touched my arm and I pulled myself back.  "You know that you would go insane if something like what happened to my dad had happened to me you wouldn't stop looking for the dirt bag that did it." 

His look went from hurt to frustration and anger.  "Lydia you know that if your dad flat lines or doesn't wake up and they have to take him off life support and he doesn't survive you will never forgive yourself." 

I know he's right but I can't go and see my dad like that... It will kill me to see him either way.  I will just keep thinking even more that this was my fault he ended up like this.  That it's my fault he got shot because I couldn't stop that man.

I hesitated... Then anger and rage came over me.  "You know what Oliver if I don't have the heart to see my father you and my friends should except that and stop trying to get me to stop looking for the man that shot my father.  If you cant just support me then leave."

"FINE!!! I don't even know why you and I tried anything... Why we tried us.  We cant simply just have a conversation and fight because we don't agree on one little thing."  He was waiting for me to reply I could tell by his facial expression.

"Fine Oliver if that's how you feel then... Th... THEN JUST LEAVE!!!" He began to open the door before I finished speaking.  I could feel the wall that I had torn down so long ago build itself up again.

When he got out the door and closed it.  I began to beat the door like everything is its fault.  I turned around and pulled my hair out of my face and slid down the door.  I dug my face in my knees and began to cry.

I whipped my eyes and called Eve.  After four rings she answered.  "Hello..."  I waited for her reply.

"Hey... Lydia."  I herd her hesitate.  "Is everything okay?" 

Her concern made me feel better... At least I know she's not mad at  me.  "Oliver and I just got in a fight... I didn't want to call Angel and bother her with this because her bijou training.  I just needed to talk to someone and I thought I would call you..." I instantly stopped talking when I herd someone knock on the door.

 I looked at the person standing outside my door.  "Eve I'm gonna have to call you back."  I hung up the phone before she had a chance to say anything. 

I stared at the face of the boy standing outside my house for about two minutes.  I felt my phone buzz in my hand... I looked down at my phone and turned on the screen.  The message read... 'You gonna let me in or just stand there and look at me?' 

I realized instantly who it was... Chase.  I rushed forward and opened the door.  "Hey... How have you been?"  He spoke but I wasn't paying attention... I am surprised he is here. 

"Oh... Uh... I've been better.  My dad was shot... He's in the hospital." I replied with a shudder as if I don't need to be reminded that my dad is practically dangling over death holding onto fishing line. 

"I'm sorry... did they catch who did it?"  It is weird he has been gone for so long... avoided me and then suddenly shows up at my house and wants to talk about life.  What is this?

"No..."  I hesitated. "What are you doing here chase?"  The expression on his face became blank and confused. 

"Um I have been gone and I haven't been talking to you and I wanted to see how you were doing and talk to you in person and say sorry for how we left things when I walked out of the hospital when angel got hurt." 

"Okay... Well now isn't a good time.  I need to go and see my dad at the hospital."  I slipped on the closest pair of shoes that I could and walked past chase. 

He stared me down in confusion as I walked to my car, started it and, backed down the drive way.  I stopped before I got to the bottom of the driveway and saw him close the door and I head toward the hospital to see my dad.