Let's go back to the past for a little bit, hmm?

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The Wedding

"I can't believe this," my best man said while fixing his tie in the mirror. I looked over at Caine and nodded in agreement.

"Same here…" I checked myself in the mirror next, shoving him to the side since I was more important than he was for once.

"I can," Diana yawned from the chair she was sitting in, which was off to the far corner of the room. I looked at her reflection in the window with raised eyebrows as if asking her to elaborate. She shook her head. "I just can't believe she said yes. You sure you didn't force her?"

"We all know it was Stacy who forced him," Caine chuckled. I grumbled under my breath, knowing all too well just how true that was.

Stacy was about to was about to leave me after three blissful years of being together and I couldn't stand losing her. She was perfect for me, something that many people found hard to understand, but if only they knew her like I did they would understand. Then again, if they knew her like I did, they would be six feet under the ground.

Anyways, she tried to leave me because she wanted to be with someone who would want everything she wanted. What she wanted was what majority of women wanted, a nice house in the suburbs with a pet and eventually children. I didn't really want that, but I couldn't lose her. She was that rare, perfect girl who was a little damaged in the head just like me. There was no way I was going to lose her.

Although, why she needed to have this huge circus called a wedding, was beyond me. Diana told me that no matter how twisted Stacy was she was still a girl at heart who yearned for a normal life.

It was disgusting really, the thought of having a normal life. That would only slow down our midnight activities, but there were some advantages to it. Appearing like a normal couple in love in a nice house, living like ordinary people meant no one would suspect us as suspects in anything we've done or would do in the near future.

"Hey," someone said, knocking on the door. Caine looked at Diana, who was only frowning. We still had a good half hour before the circus actually started, meaning no one was to bother me until then. However, I walked to the door and opened it only to see the one person no groom was supposed to see until the band started playing 'Here Comes the Bride.'

"Jessica?" I scratched my head, confused. I motioned at her in that expensive white gown and then at me. "I thought this was taboo."

"Dear, I'm pretty sure we're past the whole 'taboo' stuff by now," she said as she pushed past me. I shrugged as I shut the door behind her. She plopped herself down in the chair next to Diana. "Hey Diana, you look nice."

"When don't I?" Diana grinned at Stacy, but the latter only sighed as she reclined back into the chair.

"What's up?" I asked, sensing something was wrong.

"Nothing," Stacy replied with a shrug. Her gaze turned down to her hands as she began picking at her cuticles. This was a bad sign. Without even having to send a look at Caine, he grabbed Diana and they left. With a sigh, I sat down where Diana was formerly sitting.

"Now, you have ten seconds to tell me the truth, or I will walk out that door and you won't ever see me again," I said as I leaned back in the chair casually.

"What? You can't possibly be serious," she stuttered. A look of panic set on her soft face and even filled those startling blue eyes that always had me from the start.

"One," I began with a sigh. "Two…three-"

"Drake, it's nothing. I swear," she said frantically, but I knew better.

"Four…five…six…"

"Drake!"

"Seven…"

"Please, stop."

"Eight…nine…"

"Stop it, I'm serious." I could hear her voice breaking as she tried to be strong.

"So am I," I said, standing up. "Ten. Good bye, have a fantastic wedding without the groom."

"Drake, you can't leave me!" Stacy sobbed suddenly. "Please. My dad already did, you can't too."

I stopped in my tracks as a grimace set in.

Her father never approved of me and I never cared, but Stacy loved her father. She loved him even though he was possibly the world's sickest man alive, sicker than I was. Stacy and her father shared a dark past that I had to pry out of her; now, I didn't care about her past all too much, but I hated her father. At one point, I promised myself I would end his pathetic, drunk life soon.

I turned around to face her. Trying to stay calm, I asked, "That's all? Your father left and so you decided to try your luck by seeing me half an hour early?"

"I didn't know you were so superstitious." Her blue eyes were tinged with red, meaning the tears were about to come.

"I'm not," I snapped, "I just don't understand why your world revolves around that sick, evil bastard! I mean, think about what he did to you when you were just a kid. I am pretty sick, but that's below even me. Scums on the street are better than him. Stacy, just let him leave."

"I was a bad kid, he only did what he thought was right," she said not looking at me anymore. I shook my head.

"No, sorry, but no. I can't stay here and marry you if you feel that way." I began backing out of the room, my hands up in surrender because I couldn't deal with this anymore.

"Drake, he was all that I had after my mom left," she said if that would make me stay. I never cared for her sob stories; I only cared about her and her crazy mind. That was all.

"Sorry, Babe, but I'm not the kind of guy who likes it when his bride is going to choose her damned father over him." I shrugged before turning my back on her and walking right on out.

I left her without as much as a second glance. In the hallway, I met up with Caine and Diana, both of which seemed way too calm when I told them I was heading off to the bar, that same bar where Stacy and I first met. They simply shrugged and followed.

However, that wasn't how the wedding ended. Obviously, I did marry Stacy, but it wasn't at the big circus or because her father eventually came back. Stacy realized that wasn't important to her and came into the bar where we first met in her wedding dress, asking me if I wanted to run off to Vegas with her. With big grins, we eloped and disappeared from Perdido Beach for a whole year before returning.

Although, I wished she had realized that nothing else mattered but us before all the bills for the circus arrived. Though, none of that mattered; nope, not anymore.

Watching that beautiful blonde bustle around the house with the baby draped over her shoulder made me forget everything else, every day. She was strong, beautiful and insane. Although, I wished she was a little less emotional, but I blamed her parents for that.

"You're going to be late for work," she said, leaning against the kitchen counter next to me. Paige was awake in her arms, but was quiet for the most part.

"As if anyone is going to care," I sighed, draining the rest of my coffee. It was true, ever since I had been promoted from cop to chief status, which was a big deal since I was still rather young. Anyways, I was able to be a little late for work every now and then because of the promotion. I looked over at Stacy, who only shook her head and returned her attention to that little thing bundled in pink in her arms. Abruptly, I asked, "Why pink? Why does she have to be in pink? Why not black or red? Oh, make it blood red."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Stacy laughed, walking off. Quickly, I put my coffee cup in a sink before walking right behind her. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. It was going great until, she started pulling away.

"Drake, the baby," she said, nodding her head at the small thing still in her arms. I looked over and saw Paige stare at us with her large watered down eyes. I shrugged, looking back at Stacy.

"She doesn't know what's going on," I said with a grin, but she only shook her head, mouthing 'no'. I pouted, but she only laughed.

"Go, you're going to be late."

"Fine, if you insist, sweetheart," I grumbled.

"Oh, I insist, honey buns," she laughed again. I rolled my eyes at her and gave her one last peck on the lips. Then, I turned to Paige and placed one on her forehead. Stacy raised her eyebrows at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"See ya," I said, rushing on out of the house after grabbing up my car keys.

"Bye, be safe. We love you," she said, walking me up to the door. Then, she made Paige wave her hand once I was in my car. I smiled lightly, waved, backed out of the driveway, and headed on down the road.

Yeah, those two made me forget everything, until they were the only ones left on my mind.

Hmm, I wonder how Drake is like at work. Does he have buddies? A nice group to eat lunch with, or is he hard working, busy body? Either way, he must have a nice collection of guns~

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