They Call Me Weird

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CHAPTER 7

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"So, who is your father?" The question rang in my ears. What was I to do now? Not only has this guy saved and helped me through some very hard incidents, but he is at least to me becoming a friend; I don't want to lose that.

I mean maybe he won't leave seeing that he has seen me at my worst now. Maybe one big thing in my life won't cause any harm. Or maybe he will see it as too much and stop all contact.

After going through all the different paths, I could take here, I figured him finding out was going to happen eventually. I guess me telling him was the best way to do it. There wasn't any point to lie to him. Even if I could think of a lie right now.

"Can you just help me to the car, then I will tell you everything about my messed-up life," I said with my head hung looking at my shoes. I assume he nodded because he didn't say a word, but he started walking with me to his truck.

I leaned back in the seat feeling like I was sinking into the fabric. I felt a twinge of pain coming from my head. I felt the back of it running my hands over the goose egg that had formed there caused by Lina's foot. Lucas jumped in the driver's side again. He turned the key in the ignition. And started driving slowly away. I didn't have any need to look behind me, even if Dr. Targett didn't let me stay at his house long I was never coming back here. That terrible chapter of my life is over, well it will be once I explain to Lucas.

Lucas stayed quiet for a while until we made it to the middle of town where the big fountain was. He pulled into the market's parking lot and put the car in park.

"Okay, you need to tell what is going on. I have had to help you out of two dangerous situations in one day. I didn't want to get into your business before when I found you on the road, but now I think I should have. So, I think I deserve some answers." Lucas said after undoing his seatbelt and turning to face me.

"No, I completely agree, and I am sorry for all this. I didn't want you to be involved in any of this that is why I wanted you to talk to your dad. I didn't want to be the one to tell you." I said playing with a loose string coming from the hem of my shorts. "No one in this town has spent as much time with me as you have, and I didn't want to lose that," I said again trying not to look at him.

"Oh, come on I am sure you are exaggerating," Lucas said with an unconvincing look.

His disbelief made me sit up straight and look at him. "No, I am being serious. This whole town has isolated me for as long as I can remember. I didn't even know why until the day I met you. The reason I knew you were related to Detective Maddi is that before you found me I was being questioned by him for murder." I said maybe a little too loud, but it felt like it all poured out of me. I sat there telling him everything and I mean everything. I told him about the whole day leading up to the murder. The whole questioning experiences. All the way until where we ended here.

"So, you are telling me this whole town knew you were the daughter of a famous serial killer, but you had no idea," Lucas said with a very confused look on his face.

"Yes, my last name isn't the same as him, So I wouldn't even know who to search online if I did want to find out. I highly doubt that they put me in his bio too. As you can tell my grandmother isn't one to answer questions. And she never even mentioned it." I responded back to Lucas waiting for him to tell me to get out and walk to the doctor's house, but he just kept asking questions.

"So, what about your Mom? Is she like your grandmother?" Lucas said leaning back against the inside of the driver side door like he was backing up to have more room to process everything.

"All I know is that she died during childbirth, but I don't even know if that is true anymore," I answered as I threw my face into my hands. I wasn't going to cry, honestly, I don't even remember the last time I did cry. Maybe when I was a child, but that was beaten out of me before that could really start. I still haven't cried from the pain. I just wanted my hands to block the world from me. Why did everything have to be so complicated?