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1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
Acknowledgments
Acknowledgments
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After another fifteen minutes, a court officer calls us into the room. Mr. Kyle walks into the room
before me and Dad’s right behind me. I’m very relieved to see the partition wall as we walk in. Mr.
Kyle directs me to sit towards the front, with my dad at my side. Mr. Kyle takes the seat directly in
front of me. Once he has his stuff situated, he turns to look at me, gives me a slight nod, and spins
back around.
Within a few minutes, the parole board members walk into the room and take their seats in the front of
the room at a long table. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll begin in a few minutes. We’re waiting on the
transport bus to arrive. Miss. Lacey, if, at any time, you begin to feel uncomfortable, please let us
know and we can halt any discussion until you’ve exited the room.”
Looking right at him, I nod my head to acknowledge him and what he’s said. We didn’t have to wait
long till another door opens. I could hear, not see, what sounds like a group of men walking in and the
wonderful sounds of rattling chains.
As soon as the room becomes quiet, my nerves kick in. I start to bounce my leg again, but my dad’s
sudden reaction made me stop. He quickly presses his hand onto my knee, giving it a reassuring pat,
then a squeeze. Once I stop and take a deep breath, I am able to sit still.
The parole board members take the time to introduce themselves and read a full retelling of what he,
what Max, had done to me. I swear the only female on the parole board looks as though she was
either going to throw up and or faint. Then, it was my turn to speak and unload on him through the
parole board.
Having to watch my baby girl relive that horrific night is fucking cruel. They know he doesn’t need to
be let out on the streets. I don’t know why they even granted him the permission to even apply for
parole. The entire legal system makes no sense.
I’m so extremely proud of her for standing up for herself. There was no talking her out of coming here
and letting Mr. Kyle handle this. She won’t let anyone even slightly feel like they can control her or
intimidate her. She’ll get through this, and I’ll bet anything she’ll be stronger for it.
I know she’s been wanting to leave town, and I know her stubborn ass has stayed for me. I also know
her life is predictable here. Nothing and no one to challenge her to work on the demons she still
carries around with her. After this is over, I think it’s time for a father/daughter talk on the drive
home. She’s always talked about being a nanny and possibly traveling. She went to school for it and
hasn’t done anything with it.
Hearing Lyn’s voice snaps me out of my inner thoughts. Focus Brooks, damn it.
“Yes, sir, I’d prefer you all to just ask me questions. I believe I will do better that way.”
There ya go, strong and steady voice. He can’t hurt you.
I have to close my hands into fists to stop myself from crashing through the fake barrier wall and
snapping his little fucking neck as I listen to her answer questions. I hope someone in prison has made
him their little bitch.
“Miss. Lacey, can you tell us how old you were when Mr. Lucien attacked you and how long you had
to spend in the hospital after said attack?
“I was fifteen years old, and Mr. Lucien was nineteen at this point. Because of the beating from Mr.
Lucien, I was in the hospital for two weeks and then bed rest at home for another couple of weeks.” I
can tell she’s taking a moment to center herself.
“Miss. Lacey, how has this attack affected your life?”
“I just don’t like going back there. I deal with nightmares, normally a couple of times a week, but
knowing that today was coming, they’ve only gotten worse.”
“One more question, Miss. Lacey. Do you feel it appropriate at this time for Mr. Lucien to be granted
parole?
“Sir, there will never be a time that I feel Mr. Lucien deserves parole. He destroyed the person I was
and still affects my behaviors. I jump and scare easily and because of what he did to me, I am unable
to have a meaningful relationship.”
“Miss. Lacey, we’d like to thank you for your courage in coming here today and speaking of this
awful moment in your life. We have no further questions for you, so if you’d like to leave, that would
tobe fine.”
orShe didn’t hesitate. Lyn was up and out of the Parole Board meeting room so fast, I almost had to jog
to catch up with her. Walking outside the courthouse, I can see the flood of relief wash through her
rebody. Her shoulders relax and her smile returns. “What do you say we grab some ice cream cones for
orthe trip to my house so you can pick up your truck and go home?”
“Dad, that worked when I was a kid. If you think one little scoop is going to pacify me now, you’re
wsadly mistaken. I want three scoops in a waffle cone.” Chuckling at her, I wrap my arm around her
illshoulders as we walk down the courthouse steps and to my truck.
veAs we’re about to slide into my truck, her cell phone rings. She answers it, placing her phone to
ndspeak so I can hear. “Brooklyn, it’s Mr. Kyle. A short recess was called. I’ll be in touch to let you
know what their decision is.” When she hangs up the phone, she looks at me and I give her a wink.
Sliding into the truck, clicking our seatbelts, I pull out of the parking lot and head straight for the ice
cream parlor a few blocks from here.
We get our ice cream cones and head straight to my house. Glancing at her while she’s enjoying her
ndice cream, I can tell something’s on her mind, and I want to know what that wrinkled crease in her
deforehead is for.
“Lyn, if you keep eating that ice cream as fast as you are and thinking as hard as you are, that wrinkle
adcrease in the center of your forehead is going to stay there.” Oh damn, the look she shot me was damn
near scary.
Mr.“Dad, what a thing to say. You seem to be wolfing down yours too. I happen to be thinking about
” Isomething and it’s not the first time, but I’m closer to making a decision. Actually, I think I have made
a decision. So, I’m going to tell you what it is and I want to know your thoughts.” It was as if she
forced those words out of her own mouth in a damn hurry.
utThis just went from a teasing chat to get her to talk, to not being so sure I want to hear what she has to
say. After she takes a few more licks and bites of her ice cream, I finally answer. “Alright, I’ll tell
edyou what I think. Go ahead, let’s hear it.” Since I’m driving, I can only look ahead, eat my ice cream,
pray I don’t get brain-freeze and focus on the road in front of me.
as“So, I’ve been thinking about leaving town for almost a year now. You and I both know everyone has
lebeen talking since I caught Travis fucking Bianca and broke up with him. I’m tired of all of it. Hell,
I’m tired of the town. I’m trapped, and it’s time for me to leave and live. I’ve been thinking about how
hisI got all that education and I’m not using it. You know I’ve always wanted to be a nanny. I’ve been
ldlooking online to see what nanny positions are available. I emailed my resume with my application to
three different families. There, that’s it. Tell me what you think?” Well, holy shit balls batman.
ogI’m beyond excited and overjoyed, but I school my expression, glance at her and do as she asked. I
ertell her what I think. “I think it’s an awesome idea. I know how much you really love kids and all that
orgoes with being a nanny. But how are you going to find a position worthy of you and your education?
How are you supposed to meet the possible families?”
reI didn’t have to actually see her roll her eyes at me. A parent can hear that kind of thing. She always
erdoes this sarcastic little sigh when she rolls her eyes. “Internet, Dad. How else do you think I’d find
anything? As far as I know, there’s not a 1-800-nanny hotline.”
toI’m going to let that go because I really want her to do this. “Well, like I said, I think it’s an awesome
ouidea. You have my support a hundred and ten percent. Make sure you give me a call if you need any
nk.help packing.”
ceThis time, I saw the look she gave me. “Thanks, Dad. I need to start doing what’s best for me and not
worry about everyone else. Do you need a napkin? I know I do.”
er“Well, I’ll be damned.” Glancing over at her while I’m waiting for the light to change, she looks at me
erand I simply raise an eyebrow. “Yep, I said that, and I’ll say it again if I need to. It’s about damn time
you put yourself first and stop worrying about everyone else. It makes me a happy dad.”
leBrooklyn hands me a wad of napkins, one being a wet nap so I can clean up. I think my steering wheel
mnis stickier than I am. It’s worth it, though, to see my girl smile.
utLyn’s cell phone ringing interrupts my rant of excitement. As I wait to continue, the expression on her
deface nearly made me pull my truck over, but I listen instead. “Are you serious? Oh, my gods, is he
healright? Well, what did they do to Max?”
Now I’m really curious as to what the hell happened after we left. Continuing to drive and hearing
toonly one side of the conversation is killing me and I’m not normally a nosey body. The second she
ellends that call, I’m going to pounce for information.
m,“Oh, my god, yeah, I’ll tell him. I appreciate the call. Alright, we’ll talk to you later.” As she hung up
the phone, I didn’t even get a chance to pounce before she started speaking. “Dad, you are not going to
asbelieve this shit. Give me a sec, I need to wet my throat.” Giving her the side eye for making me wait,
ll,I refocus on the road.
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Lyn’s cell phone ringing interrupts my rant of excitement. As I wait to continue, the expression on her
face nearly made me pull my truck over, but I listen instead. “Are you serious? Oh, my gods, is he
alright? Well, what did they do to Max?”
Now I’m really curious as to what the hell happened after we left. Continuing to drive and hearing
only one side of the conversation is killing me and I’m not normally a nosey body. The second she
ends that call, I’m going to pounce for information.
“Oh, my god, yeah, I’ll tell him. I appreciate the call. Alright, we’ll talk to you later.” As she hung up
the phone, I didn’t even get a chance to pounce before she started speaking. “Dad, you are not going to
believe this shit. Give me a sec, I need to wet my throat.” Giving her the side eye for making me wait,
I refocus on the road.
I take a long, steady drink before pulling the water bottle away from my mouth. Part of what I have to
say is good. I’m damn near giddy. The other, I’m not sure yet. We’re not that far from my parent’s
house, shit.
“So, apparently right after we left the room, Max went for one of the officer’s gun. I mean stood up
and lunged. He didn’t get it, but he was able to grab one of the parole board members. You know, the
guy that was asking me all the questions? Well, he let the other members leave the room, but not his
lawyer, Mr. Kyle, the policemen, or that one board member.”
My dad’s eyes might be on the road, but they’re wide with shock. “Apparently, one of the officers
managed to shoot Max with his taser. When Max went down, they piled onto him to hogtie him. He
was fighting them, finally managing to get a gun, Max got a shot off before one of the other officers
shot him.”
“Did it kill him?” I almost wish I could say yes, but I can’t. Taking a deep breath, I look at my dad
and finish telling him what Mr. Kyle said.
“No, he’s been rushed to the hospital and into emergency surgery. They aren’t sure if he’s going to
make it or not. Mr. Kyle said that he only reacted after his parole was denied and that now, he faces
new charges and won’t even be eligible for parole for at least fifty years and that’s being lenient.”
I never thought I’d ever wish for someone’s death, but I do this time. I hope he dies on the operating
table and his soul sinks to the bowels of hell. “Do you know where he was shot?”
I just shrug my shoulders. “Mr. Kyle said Max was shot in the upper chest and he’d let us know if he
dies or makes it.”
When Dad pulls into his driveway, I give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him I’ll call him later. We
both slide out of his truck and the walk over to mine only took seconds. My dad told me a few days
ago he’d be cleaning his guns, so I asked him if he would take care of mine and check the spring.
Knowing that he would see me this morning, he put it in my glove box. So, when I slide into my truck,
I reach into the glove box and naturally slip my gun into my hip holster and buckle my seatbelt.
Honking my horn to say bye to Dad and I can finally drive home.
I’ve made it my mission to make my life completely and utterly predictable. I don’t respond kindly to
surprises. Everyone in this shit show of a town knows this. How do they know? Well, after knocking
out two members of the football team in high school, the guy at the gas station, two now ex-boyfriends
and a nurse, people have learned, no surprising Lyn.
Driving home, the same way I do every day, I see the same people doing the same things, day in and
today out. Putting my truck in park and undoing my seat belt, I just sit here for a minute. I hate memory
t’sflashbacks. Mainly because they’re never of good things.
I look through the glass of my windshield, the rays of the sun striking against the glass, reminding me
upof that day. Travis’s bike in the driveway tells me he’s already home. Looking into the front window
heof the house from my truck, I could tell the TV isn’t on. It was odd, but I figured Travis was in the
hisshower. Curiosity hasn’t been my thing in a long time, hence not liking surprises, but I wanted to
know why he was home before me.
rsI slide out of my truck, closing the door, and walking onto my front porch. I stand there listening
Heand still not hearing anything made me suspicious, because you can hear the shower running from
rsthe porch and it’s not.
Walking into my house, I knew. I didn’t want to know, but I didn’t really have a choice. I can feel it
adin my gut, down to my very soul, that something’s very wrong. I’ve always had feelings about
things, ignoring them nearly lost me everything once. I won’t make that mistake again.
toQuietly, I walk over to the kitchen table and set my things down, keeping my phone in one hand
esand clenching my other hand into a fist. Something tells me my phone’s about to come in handy.
Allowing that gut feeling to rule my actions, I turn on my phone’s camera feature, so I’ll be able to
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