~All the Wrong Reason's~ (Unsure weather or not to continue)

Chapter 2

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* The man condemned himself the day he marked his own flesh and blood.*

Shaylee’s hand found her way to mine as I started my truck, I looked behind me and saw the girl I had been talking to a hour ago underneath the pier. My heart seemed to drop in my chest when I saw her. She had the blanket pulled around her in the chilly spring air. I could make out the outline of her face in my tail lights,  her brown hair was braided over her shoulder. “It can't be,” I said under my breath squeezing Shaylee's hand.

“What is it Pete?” Shaylee questioned concern evident in her eyes. She turned and looked out the rear window scanning the fading shadow of the girl.

Her green eyes scanned my face slowly up and down. I could tell she was picking her words carefully but they came out rushed and full of jealousy, “Who is she Peter?”

“I really don't know Shay,” I lied, the girls words still stuck in my head. “I just met her down by the pier.”

Again Shaylee looked me over, checking to make sure I wasn't lying. She sat back accepting the fact I wasn't going to say any more. I pulled my hand from hers and placed it on the steering wheel. I knew it hurt her to be rejected by me, but it wasn’t right. “She is dating Justin, despite the fact of our past he had been my best friend and I am not going to do that to him,” I thought as I turned into Shaylee’s driveway.  

“Why don’t you hold me like you used to?”  she asked, her eyes tearing up and her lip quivering.

I forced a smile and pulled her into my arms for what felt like the last time, “Don't you see it Shay? It’s wrong. You are dating Justin, the things we used to do are just fading memories.”

We sat there in my truck for what seemed like ours. Just two friends caught up in a world of pain and despair. I held her and she cried on my shoulder, I didn't question her tears. My hands pulled her closer. “I love you,” I thought.

    She pulled out of my arms and opened the truck door, “No matter what happens Peter...” Shaylee paused to wipe the tears from her eyes, “We will always be my favorite love story.”

Her words caught me off guard, but by the time I looked up to answer she had left and walked to her front door. She looked and me and waved half heartedly then walked in the door. “It is my favorite love story too.” I said to myself as I pulled out of her driveway and headed for home.

The porch light was off as I pulled up, the garage door open and my dads car halfway in the garage. I groaned at his irresponsibility and shut of my truck. His car reeked of alcohol, his keys still in the ignition. I pulled the car in the garage and closed the door.

“Please.... Lexi... I'm sorry,” my father said as I walked through the door. I studied him, concern pulling at every nerve in my body. His eyes were red, a bottle of booze was in his left hand. He had not been entirely sober since the day my mother had died.

I sat in the chair across from my father. He was slumped in the armchair, his eyes vacant and teary. I reached over to him and pulled the bottle from his hands. He had not been like this in a long time, he was usually violent. No one could talk sense into him besides Lexi, and I had not seen her since she had left seven years ago.

My father fell into my arms and cried, he was mumbling to himself. I sat the alcohol on the side table and pulled him to his bedroom and laid him on his bed. I walked back to the living room and got the alcohol and poured it down the kitchen sink.