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Chapter 10

Chapter 10: I solved the puzzle

I laughed at my stupid thought. Ash couldn't have done that. he wouldn't have. That's way too much of a coincidence anyways. But it's was impossible for him to have done that. I mean it's Ash! He's a sweetheart on the inside, but just had a huge, high, think wall that surrounds him. He couldn't have that done that. He wouldn't have hurt someone like that. Anyways, say if Ash did it, he would've told me and not ask me to the his girlfriend.

You're in denial, Cas!

No, I'm not! And I'm going to prove it, okay mind? Ash couldn't have done that. It was by some drunk underaged fellow okay?

It was late, but I didn't care. I needed to prove my mind wrong and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep if I don't find out. Ash wasn't capable of doing it. He couldn't have. He wouldn't have. No one would be able to live with themselves if they've ever done that.

I reached the cemetery and rushing out of my car, slamming the door shut in the process, running to dad's grave.

I stopped when his grave came into view. I shattered. I froze. I panted. I cried . No, no, no! This can't be possible. Ash Anderson did not have killed my father! He couldn't have. But at this point, I know I'm in denial. On top dad's grave, I don't see only one bouquet of flowers, I see two. The same one Ash was holding. How could I have missed all this information?! He rides a motorcycle, he's been to jail, he came to the cemetery on my dad's death anniversary, his flowers were on dad's grave. All this, and I missed it?

The tears rolled down my cheeks, flowing like the Nigeria Falls. This can't be true. The guy I'm in love with killed my father.

Wait, I'm in love with him?

I cried harder at that. I was furious, upset, disappointed, but I was more focus on furious. I was kept in the dark for five years, not knowing who the cold blooded person was, yet now, I know who it is, and I have mixed feeling. I was furious that Ash had to be the one. I was furious at the fact that I was in love with the person that killed my father. I was furious that Ash was the one who had left me fatherless when I needed him the most. I was furious that Ash had been the one on the motorcycle. I was furious that he took up such a risk, trying to ride a motorcycle at the age of 15?! Ash was 20, and the accident was five years ago, so you do the damn math. I was furious that he asked me to be his girlfriend today. I was furious that he asked me in front of my dead father. I was furious that he didn't tell me the truth. He knew, but he didn't tell me. I was disappointed at the fact that Ash had taken such a risk. I was disappointed that he didn't tell me before asking me to be his girlfriend. I was upset that dad was dead because of Ash. Everything had been because of Ash.

I gripped the grass, pulling some off in the process. I stared at the grave. What am I suppose to do? I let out a frustrated groan-scream.

The sky started to feel me pain as little drops of pearls fell from the sky, wetting me from head to toe. This can't be true. I don't want to believe it! Ash will tell me the truth right? Maybe I just need to confront him. Maybe I just need to make it clear, because it might not be him. Maybe he just knows who the person is? Maybe he didn't get his motorcycle until two years ago?

I knew all these questions was just to make me not believe that Ash was the one.

"please don't let it be him," I whispered to dad.

The rain got heavier, and I knew I was just lying to myself. It had to be him.

I drove to Ash's house, furious, angry, sad, depressed, disappointed, confused. Why would Ash do such a thing to me? He didn't know my existence then, but why would he do such a thing to anyone for that matter?