Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

Dean.

"Responsible?" I ask. I don't want to pry, but I can't deny that I'm not the least bit curious. 

She sighs as she looks to the roof of my jeep and folds her hands over her stomach. "I never told you this before, but it was a drunk driver that killed them. A drunk driver that took everything away from Seth and I."

A drunk driver? Her words rip through my ears as my body goes rigid. "So you think that you are ready to learn the truth about it all?"

She nods and answers me, "Yeah, or at least I think I am? I need closure I guess." She shrugs and continues. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

Scarlett turns back on her side to face me again, propping her hand on her soft cheek to hold her head up. "Well, your father. When was the last time you talked to him? Like do you know where he lives now?"

My father. The horrific memory of his actions play through my mind. "Uh, I think he is in another town or something." I lie. I hate lying to her, but I need to get answers from my mother before I can say much of anything else.

Please God.

Please let this just be some fucked up coincidence, I beg silently.

I watch as Scarlett looks down to her fingers fidgeting with the fuzz on the blanket and exhales a tiny cloud-like breath into the cold. It is fucking freezing in here now, with just our naked bodies lying on the blanket I brought from my bed. I look at her ample breasts, her nipples hard from the cold. I bring my lips to her left breast, placing a small kiss on her small birthmark. Hating the fact I am about to ruin this moment.

"We should get going. I don't want you out too late. I am trying to stay in your brothers good graces you know?"

I hastily put my clothes back on and jump in the front bucket seat, placing the key in the ignition and turn it, bringing the engine to life with a low roar. Minutes later, Scarlett follows me up front with silence. I don't look at her, instead I put my foot on the gas pedal and drive to her house.

"Dean are you mad at me?" She asks quietly, removing her seat belt.

"No." I answer too quickly. "I mean no. I just have to get home. I told my mom I would be home to help her with some stuff." I lie. I seem to be doing a lot of that tonight and it isn't fair to her.

"Okay." She simply states. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her head facing me, probably waiting for me to say something or to stop being such an arrogant jerk and look at her.

But I don't.

"Well I guess I will see you tomorrow." She mutters, pulling the handle and swings her door open, leaving my jeep.

I turn my head and watch as she ascends the walkway to the front door.

I grip my steering wheel so tightly, that my knuckles turn white, hitting my forehead on it a few times.

Dammit Dean! Can you be any more of a prick?

The voice inside my head asks, mockingly.

Before I even give myself another second to argue with myself, I find myself jogging up to catch Scarlett. I wrap my fingers around her small wrist and stop her before she walks into the house. I turn her around so that she is facing me and see how upset I have made her. Her hazel eyes now red as a tear rolls down her cheek. I am like a puddle in her hands when I see this girl cry. It completely kills me and even more so, knowing I am the cause this time.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't trying to be a dick." I say, holding both of her hands and intertwining our fingers.

She sniffles and then bows her head. "Was I not okay? It was my first time, Dean, I will get better." She says under her breath.