Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

Scarlett.

"M-May tenth?" I ask. Maybe I heard the date wrong.

Dean clears his throat before continuing, assuring me that I did in fact hear him correctly. "Yes, the day that you're parents died." I gasp and want to ask how he knew the date, but he answers my thoughts before I get the chance to ask. "I know this because, this is the day that my father was taken to prison."

I feel my hazel irises grow at his haunting words. Please don't let it be what I think he is trying to say.

It can't be.

I grab the picture out of Dean's hands and glance at him as if to say continue, before bringing my eyes back to the picture. My parent's smiling faces. Oh, how I yearn to see that again, to hear my dad's goofy chuckle that seemed to make everyone else laugh.

"My father was cheating on my mother, as you know, and it was happening for a while. When my mom found out about his indiscretions, she called him and told him that she was filing for divorce. My dad was drinking at a local bar, and I guess he decided to have a change of heart and wanted to be with us, his family, so he made the stupid decision to drive his truck home to tell my mom he was sorry. Only, he didn't make it home." Dean's voice went extremely low at his words.

I grip the side of the picture frame tighter, too tight and the glass cracks a little. "Say it, Dean." I scowl, and bring my gaze to his. His gaze is longing and shows sympathy, whereas I am sure mine is full of anger.

I watch as Dean runs his hands through his hair and brings them to his knees, his eyes filling with tears. I need to hear him say it.

Just fucking say it.

"My father got into a head on collision with a smaller car. The people that were in the vehicle died on impact while my father was taken to prison with only a small laceration on his head and a soon to be hangover." Dean looks back into my eyes, those electric blue eyes staring at me with fear laced in them.

"My father, Michael Connors, is the reason why Paul and Elaine Montgomery died on May 10th."

I suck in a sharp breath as the names leave his lips. My heart stopped beating and I feel the picture slip from my fingers, crashing onto my floor, the small crack I made expanding across the entire picture.

I bring my index finger and thumb to my necklace and trace over the engraved names. Paul and Elaine. His father, Dean's father is the man who ruined my life. How did I not realize this sooner? Oh, that's right, because my dumb ass didn't want to know the name of the person who killed them. I let out a small breath and it hitches in my throat, my hands begin to shake as I continue tracing over my parents' names. Suddenly, my mind begins to reel.

Michael Connors, the man who murdered my parents.

I was in his cabin.

I was in his home.