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So this chapter you'll find out why and what exactly happened to Haylee's dad.

I hope you enjoy, and I'll try to put in as much detail as possible.

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-Mwahwee

Chapter 6

Truth Hurts, Lies Are Worse

The rest of the trip went by without a hitch. Juice and I got to know a little bit about each other, but I could tell he was keeping his guard up while talking to me, and honestly, if I was in his shoes I'd do the exact damn thing. But we were only about thirty minutes from our destination and I was freaking out. I don't know why, because there was just no way Gretchen could have anything to do with this. My mom, maybe, but Gretchen would have told me about it. Right?

"What are you going to do when you find out I'm right?" Juice said smiling at me. Sure, we were trying not to be enemies, but friends instead, but he was treading water and about to fall in if he wasn't careful right about now.

Trying to keep my calm, I decided not to reply. We pulled up at Best Burger's and I got out of the car and straightened out yellow sundress, and pulled on my blue jean jacket. Sure glad I'm not wearing flip flops I thought to myself.

"You want me to go in with you?" Juice asked.

"No thanks." I said and walked into the restraunt.

I looked around and realized I wouldn't actually know what my mom would look like. She's older and clean.. hmm.. I'm pretty sure I found her when some one called out, "Haylee over here!"

I walked over and sat down, she did look clean. Good even. It pissed me off that she decided to get clean now instead of I don't know maybe getting clean when she had two children too take care of?

"You've grown up so much baby!" She said smiling at me. Her once ratty hair was now short and neat. She had light makeup on a loosed long sleeve tee and mom jeans.

"It has been twelve years. You look clean." I said bitterly.

"Two years and going strong." She said giving me another smile.

"Thats good, but enough with the small talk. What happened to my daddy?" I said getting straight to my point. There was no use for exchanging nice words with this woman.

"I'm so sorry for everything I put you through. I hope one day I can make it up to you." She said avoiding my question. Suspicious.

"Telling me what happened to my dad is a perfect start." I said not even bothering to use my best I'm going to get my way smile.

"Well I guess. Okay so it was summer and we were living in Brooklyn, and not the nice part of it either." She said her face in disgust before taking a sip of her coke and continuing "Your dad was completely in love with me, like head over heels, he left his family to be with me. I had a secret when we got together though, Gretchen was my secret. Your dad thought she was his up until the day he died." She said taking another sip of her coke.

"Gretchen always told me dad knew he wasn't her biological dad." I said. So far got Gretchen in lie #1 if my mom was telling the truth. The question was: Is she? If her and Juice's story's match up, she is. If not, she isn't. I mean it isn't like they would both be able to tell the same story the same way if it wasn't true.

"Gretchen met her dad when she was ten. Loved him to death, but I guess she gets that from me cause I loved Vincent too. Anyways, I know you may not believe it or not, but I love you so much, always have always will. Thats why when your dad said he was leaving me, me and your sister didn't take it well." She said moving her eyes from mine. Shit. What does this mean? I decided to play dumb, which was how I felt. I looked at her with a confused look on my face.

"Well, your sister went crying to Vincent and he told her how to handle it. Gretchen came to me told me everything that Vincent said and showed me a glock. She said no one would ever take her baby sister away. She loved you so much. So your dad came home you were asleep on the couch. Your sister shot him, like she was some mama bear protecting her young or something. That woke you up and you screamed. I was so proud of her for protecting you." My mom said smiling. How the fuck could she be smiling. I just wanted to rip her fucking face off, like so bad.

But that was not the route to go if I wanted all of my answers, so far Juice 1, Haylee 0. God, that pissed me off. I hated being wrong, but it also hurt me so much that my sister, one of the only people I trusted for so long, killed my dad.

"Protecting me from what exactly?" I said trying to remain calm. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been this mad.

"Your father's family. Well his sister, Gemma in particular. Never liked her. Her husband started some biker club. She's just a bad person." Alice, my mother, said slightly raising her nose in the air.

"Did Gretchen kill anyone else that night?" I said struggling to keep my calm. I could lose it later, after I got all my details. But her saying shit about Gemma pissed me off. Gemma may have been a bit nosy, but you treat her with respect, she seems to treat you with respect.

"Our neighbor. You screamed then too. Gretchen comforted you though. Had a little boy he was so adorable. Use to joke with her that he was going to end up marrying you one day. You, him, and your sister played alot together, but you and him talk about inseperable. Never knew what happened too him." She said like she was deep in thought about what happened to who I assumed was Juice.

"Why?" I said the last of my calm leaving my body, and the rage kicking in.

"I couldn't lose you. I did feel bad afterward though it really took a toll on your sister." She said obviously not giving a fuck what it did to me, or hell even Juice.

I lunged for her. See when I fight I 'see black' meaning a pretty much black out and let my body take over. First thing I remember doing is lunging at her and slamming her hair against the ceramic floor then the last thing is getting pulled off and still kicking her. Then my whole world went black and I assumed I passed out.

I woke up and was in the passenger seat of Gemma's car and it was being drove by Juice. Then the events of the day came flooding back to me. Mom's truth, the fight, Juice pulling me off of her. Gretchen killed him, Gretchen killed him, Gretchen fucking killed him.

"Sorry." I said to Juice and my voice was hoarse. How long had we been in the car?

"Nobody wants to believe the worst in their family." Juice said sumpathetically and thats when I realized the tears that had been falling. I don't even know how to describe how I feel. Its like a mixture of anger, sadness, empathy, and calm. I was angry at Gretchen for many reason: she killed my father, lied about it, and made me believe my dad didn't fucking want me when things got tough. I was sad because he was gone, really gone. He didn't ditch me; he wanted to save me from my mother. I felt empathy towards Juice because he lost his mother all because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. And I felt calm because I finally knew the truth.

"Why'd you pull me off of her?" I said taking a drink of my god only knows how many hours old water.

"Because Gemma would cut my dick off and force feed it to me if I let you get arrested." He said slightly laughing. Obviously he was trying to make me feel better, but I don't know if I'll ever feel better. I think I hit rock bottom, and I know they say that the way you can go is up from there, but I didn't think that was humanly possible.

"He was going to take me away from them. Th-thats why they killed him." I said sobbing.

Juice was quiet. I guess he probally didn't exactly know what to say, and he himself was probally digesting the information.

About ten minutes later of thinking and silence, Juice pulled into a motel. He went up to the desk got a room and drove around and parked in front of it. I didn't take time to look around as to what it looked like. I just flopped down on the bed, ready to dissapear.

"You hungry or something? You didn't eat all day." He said with genuine concern in his voice. Yeah I was too nervous to eat before I met with my mom, I obviously didn't eat with her at the restraunt, but I wasn't hungry.

What confused me though was why Juice was being nice to me, so I'm a pretty straight forward person and I decided to find out, "Why are you being nice to mean. I mean my mother pretty much gave my sister permission to kill your mother and I was there and didn't remember squat!" I practically shouted. I was upset, very much so.

"Well, seeing you beat your mothers face in made me realize you didn't having anything to do with it. And we use to be friends in all, and yeah." He said scratching the back of his head.

"I don't deserve your kindness. I got my daddy and your mom killed!" I said, because it was how I felt. If I had never been born, none of this would of happened.

"I'm only going to tell you this once. It is not your fault!" He said raising his voice slightly.

I guess deep down I knew that, but still I couldn't help but feel like it is all my fault. I mean how would you feel in a situation like that? Uh - huh exactly what I thought.

"I'm going to call Gemma and let her know the trip might be extended a few days. Don't do anything crazy while I'm gone." He said to me like he was talking to a suicidal person or a child. Why does bad shit always happen to me? Why?

So what did you think? I was thinking between Juice's and Alice's stories is should be pieced together okay. If you feel like something's missing, I'm sorry but that's all thats being said about what actually happened.