“I tried to tell you that it was falling down around his ears. The worst part is he wouldn’t let anyone help fix or change a damn thing,” Trixie starts. “Leave it just like Suelynn wanted it. Nothing needs to fucking change you, little shit.”
I pull my twin into my side, hugging her. I battle the guilt that is trying to seep in from leaving her here to deal with our father. He was a great man; fuck he was the youngest sheriff of our town, taking office when his father was killed in the line of duty. His father had been grooming him to take over and when the opportunity was presented, he took it without question. Our father was fair and just to the point that he always ran for office unopposed. The man that people have always told me he was before the accident is nothing like the angry drunk I grew up knowing. A man who seemed like he couldn’t stand the sight of his kids much less want us around.
“Let’s get this shit done and get on our way. Being here and dealing with this shit is the last thing I want to do,” Trixie says, stepping away and plastering her ever-present smile on her face.
“Yea let’s get it done,” I grumble, dragging my feet.
It takes all fucking day to even make a small dent in the disaster of a house. There was trash all over everything, old beer bottles, and cans. Fast food wrappers were just thrown everywhere like decorations. I vow to never let someone have that much control over me. My mother was the glue that held him together, when she passed away, he lost his reason to live. I came so close when I was younger. When Lucky just left without a word, I was reminded that forever was just bull shit.
The sound of something hitting the floor on the second level puts me in soldier mode and I rush to make sure the Trixie is okay. I hit the top step and find her kneeling on the floor, cleaning up several boxes of bullets.
“I don’t even know why that man had some much fucking ammo. What the fuck was he going to do with all?” Trixie grumbles.
“Because men love their ammo. This doesn’t even start to touch what I have at home,” I tell her with a shrug.
“Of course you do. Men, you’re all the fucking same. You need a woman to keep you from spending money on stupid shit,” Trixie glares at me.
“Women just leave you broken and hating life,” I wave my hand around the house.
“You’re not him. Also, mom did not choose to leave him. Him letting that turn him into what he was, was his decision. Also falling for Lucky wasn’t wrong either. I still to this day believe that something happened to her. She was as in love with you as you were with her,” Trixie finishes.
“This has nothing to fucking do with Lucky and you fucking know it. Let’s stop for tonight and go get some fucking food,” I growl not liking the nasty feeling coursing through my heart.
“If you say so,” she groans. “Yeah, I’m ready for some food. Let’s go to that new place on the other side of town?”
“How about we go back to Donvan’s?”
Trixie just shrugs, turning trying to hide her knowing smile. I shake my head, turning and heading back down the stairs making sure to lock up. I walk Trixie to her car, opening her door for her, patting her car on the roof when my feet are clear for her to drive off. Climbing into my truck I pull out behind her watching everything around me; always on guard for things that could go wrong.
Pulling into the parking lot of Donvan’s I am shocked at the number of people in the parking lot. This place really is the most popular in the county. I finally find a spot in the back by some beat to shit car. Whoever drives this is just asking to be left on the side of the fucking road. I make my way to the door when I see my best friend and teammate standing just outside the door.
“The fuck are you doing here?” I ask, taking his hand and pulling him into a one-handed bro hug.
“When a man who has never, not ever, spoken about his father, in the ten fucking years I’ve known him, takes off to take care of his father’s belongings out of the blue I have to find out what’s going on. The best part of our duo is to make sure you aren’t hiding and just blowing shit up or drunk crying in a corner,” Ghost jokes.
“I told you I was good! There was no chance in fucking hell I was going to let you deal with this shit alone,” Ghost shrugs.
“Who said I was alone? You never know I could be shacked up with a sweet piece,” I grin.
“Hey, don’t get me struck by fucking lightning with your lying ass. You are the very last man to have just some random piece anywhere,” Ghost says, taking a giant step away from me.
“What the fuck ever, let's get some food and beers.”
“Let’s do this shit. I haven’t eaten in like an hour. So, we both know I’m wasting away,” Ghost grips his stomach dramatically.
“How you made it as a fucking Navy Seal I will never fucking know. You are just a big fucking clown. That’s why your call tag should be Clown instead of Ghost,” I laugh, pushing him out of my way as I head into Donovan’s.
We make it through the door, and I’m greeted by the eyes of the only woman that I’ve thought about giving my heart to. Who the fuck does she think she is coming back here like she didn’t rip my heart out like it was nothing? Anger that I didn’t know still existed boils up inside me so quickly that my vision blurs for a moment. She turns away from me speaking to the table of men in front of her, making the anger burn hotter.
Even with anger, I can’t stop my eyes from roaming her body. Her hair is stacked up in her head in some fancy up-do with green four-leaf clovers sticking up, the shirt she has on is looser than last night, her jeans fit jeans in a way that my hands itch to cup her plump ass. She throws her head back in laughter and I want to rip the tongue out of the asshole who made her that happy.
“Fuck man. It’s a damn good thing you can’t shoot lasers out of your eyes because if you could those two over there would be fucking ash,” Ghost whispers in my ear from behind me.
“Fuck you, man. Let’s get some beers and food so you don’t waste away.”
“Fuck, who is that beauty in the booth on the far side of the room with the long dark hair?” Ghost asks. I look over tracking where his eyes are pointed, narrowing mine when I see who he is looking at.
“Keeping looking at my twin sister that way and I’ll remove those fuckers from your head,” I say sternly.
