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One warning Priest gave me before he left.
If Damon shows up and asks me for a favor I refuse to do, what the hell are the consequences?
Damon
“Shane is a fuck up.”
Snorting at the way Tanner chooses to begin yet another family meeting, I lounge back next to Shane, happy that someone else is suddenly in the hot seat.
Not that I want that for Shane, but since my dad died, all the guys have been treating me like a headcase.
I swear, the guys have a schedule for watching over me, a new one showing up just before the last leaves. Tanner and Gabe especially have been extremely careful with me.
I haven’t been able to leave without one of them demanding to tag along. Which means I haven’t had a chance to go to Myth to explain to Blue about that night.
The guys are preventing me from doing anything. From escaping.
But when it comes to who’s the absolute worst as a babysitter, that falls on Ezra.
For the past week, when it’s his turn to babysit, he interrogates me about what happened with Dad.
I keep giving him the same story; William showed up at the house, we had an argument, I beat his ass, then Dad limped away to leave the house. I know nothing about what occurred after that. What I did mention is that William was three sheets to the wind, the scent of alcohol all over him.
That’s probably what caused the crash, I said.
And I’ve stuck to that story since.
I made it through the funeral without blinking an eye, knowing good and goddamned well what was being dropped in that hole. A man whose face was crushed to being unidentifiable and a burned carcass that resulted from the crash.
Watching that coffin being lowered, I didn’t feel a drop of guilt for it.
I felt free.
Still, everyone thinks I’m acting differently, and maybe I am.
The voices have stopped.
The laughter.
The fucking nightmares that would wake me up at night.
Well, okay, I can’t say they’ve stopped completely, but it’s rare they resurface now.
A storm’s not always following me, not like before. It was worth everything I did to that prick to finally make the memories stop.
My phone hasn’t rang once since with that bastard’s name across the screen.
If anything, I’ve felt more at peace than ever before, but the guys still treat me like I’m insane.
It sucks having to be careful about everything I say and do. It’s only a matter of time before Tanner and Gabe decide on tossing me in a padded room with a pretty, little, white jacket.
But now, with Shane’s apparent fuck-up, the spotlight is no longer on me. I’m just so left out of the loop at this point that I have no idea what Shane’s fuck-up could be.
Shane tenses beside me. “This shit isn’t my fault. Stop dropping everything on me.”
I’m barely paying attention.
Maybe I’ll finally be able to dip out to go see Blue tonight…
