The Things I Never Told You

Tucker's P.O.V

I felt the touch of a slight push out the door. "I don't want you to come back here again. The last thing my daughter needs is a bad influence, like you." I heard the hinged wood slam behind me.

Why did Weston even need to come tonight, that little bitch planting that phone on me.

I exhale the breath I had been saving and start for my car. The blistering hot weather beat down on my skin as I motioned my car door ajar. I shut it so hard the handle snapped off like a petal off a flower. Damn.

I blasted my playlist all the way home, making sure whatever just happened didn't pop back into my mind. I knew I had anger issues sometimes, but this beats them all.

***

I lounged on my couch with a bajillion bowls of ice cream watching Wheel of Fortune. Stress eating is just what I do when this stuff happens. Unfortunately my mom has caught onto that.

"Stressed out again?" She inferred.

"Mmhm," I murmured under the ice cream melting in my mouth.

She sat down at the end of the couch, attempting to tickle my feet but I pull them away. She looked at my face. I turn away to avoid suspicion.

"Tucker, what happened?" She questioned the cut on my cheek bone.

"Nothin' mom, just wanna be left alone." Of course she was going to keep bothering me.

"I know something's wrong. I thought you were hanging out with that girl?"

"Yeah, I was, mom."

"Then what happened?"

"Her 'best friend', Weston was there and we had an argument. It's fine."

"Doesn't seem fine. Weston who?"

"Weston...Fawloffacliff." I answered sarcastically.

"Fawler?" She corrected.

"Yes, mom. God. Who cares? Can I be left alone, I don't wanna talk about him right now."

"You can be left alone but I have to tell you something first."

I take the time to refill my bowl with more ice cream from the tub in front of me then look at her. "'Kay."

"I know I haven't talked to you about your father much, I didn't really know when I should've explained this to you. You were really young, you wouldn't have understood."

"What about him? I know he's gone, mom. It's okay, you've told me."

"Yes but I never really told you how. It's not easy to say but, your father's death wasn't an accident, Tucker."

I was bewildered, how shitty can this day get? "Huh?" I put my bowl down on the coffee table and listen in. I didn't even know what to say, I remained silent. She had just always blown it past as an accident. How was murder an accident and why would she choose today of all days to tell me?

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't want to upset you."

"Well, you did a great job with that." I was starting to get annoyed. What good was it telling me now rather than earlier, either way would be just as horrible.

"Listen, there's more. I know I made a mistake by not telling you, but there's no way to reverse it so there's no reason for you to waste your time being upset. Just listen to me though. Has this Weston kid ever said anything about his dad, mentioned him maybe?"

I think back but how was I supposed to remember something like that? "No, I don't know. Why?"

"I know someone that has his last name. He was the man that killed your father."

My heart raced. "So you're saying my soon to be girlfriends best friends dad killed dad? Great, that's just great, mom. Wonderful. So glad you told me. Get out please. I need to be alone."

She looks at me but I look away. How else was I supposed to react? She just told me my dad was murdered by this guy who's son I just fought.

She stood and walked out without saying another word, leaving me with a decision to make; tell Lexi and ruin him for trying to ruin me, or keep my mouth shut and avoid drama.

I knew which decision I wanted to make, but either way I'd probably regret it.