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"Okay," Keith began as we pushed our way into our decoy house.

"Okay, what?" I snapped.

"Why are you so moody? You were perfectly fine this morning."

"I have my own reasons, Keith. Let's keep it that way."

The house wasn't fancy, but it wasn't small either. A long hallway was the first room you entered when you came into the house. About halfway through, it split off into two rooms on either side; one leading to the kitchen and another to a basement. At the end of the hallway were a flight of stairs that led to the second floor, where our base would be. The kitchen was large and roomy with newer appliances than what you would expect to see in a house like this. The kitchen was connected to a sitting area, that led to another sitting area through an archway. The second sitting area was more of a living room. Plush couches lined the walls and a TV was placed on the wall. This room led to a master bedroom. It had been cleared of everything except for the bed frame. There was even evidence that a carpet had been torn out, leaving a rather ugly tile pattern for the floor.

The second floor wasn't too extravagant; just four rooms; two on each side of a short hallway. There was one bathroom at the end. The basement was boarded off, so we weren't able to see what was down there.

I took my place in the bedroom closest to the bathroom and locked the door. I strolled over to my window and overlooked the lonesome city. Just across was Alaina's house. She was waving towards a police squad car and entered her house. I clenched my fists and turned away. I don't know why she bothered me so much. I know the whole 'She still loves Keith' is part of it, but there was something else.

My phone vibrated and I pulled it out, sighing in relief when I recognized the number.

"Dad, thank goodness," were my first words into the phone.

"Is everything alright, Kenna?" he asked and I sighed.

"If I said yes, would you believe me?"

"You sound a bit skeptic, Hon. What's bothering you?"

I sat on my bed and fell backwards, examining the ceiling. "Dad...How did you win Mom over?"

"Odd question," he responded, "but I have a feeling my answer will help you. Well, it was really just being myself and persevering through all of the trials that hit our way. You know, I didn't get around to telling Mom how I really felt about her until two years after we met."

"So all you did was be yourself?" I asked.

"Not entirely," my dad answered and he paused –probably to grin at my mom who might have been in the same room. "I was a friend; a partner. There were days when your mom needed nothing else but a friend to hold her secrets and though I wasn't always the first choice, I have kept a few of her secrets. Is something going on between you and Keith?"

"I dunno," I replied softly and sat back up. "I want to say we're doing fine, but we're not. Something happened today that upset me."

"Well, you can always talk to me, Kenna."

I smiled. "I know, Daddy." It felt weird calling him that. I heard little kids call their fathers that all the time. Most grown children just called them Dad or Father. Oddly enough though, it brought me some comfort; like the fact that I didn't have to worry so much because I felt like a little kid again.

"And your mother too," my dad added and I laughed lightly. "She told me to add that."

"I bet she did," I replied. "Hey Dad, I know this is a weird question, but have you ever gotten jealous when you and mom were...You know...Dating?"

"All the time," he admitted and I could tell he was smiling. "In fact, on our first date, Oscar managed to show up somehow and you can imagine how that date turned out."

"Let me guess; you poured soup down Oscar's nice dress shirt."

My dad chuckled. "I'm glad you've been paying attention during my stories. Now, let me ask you a question; Are you jealous?"

I never expected my dad to know much; that was my mom's job. She could tell if we had a bad day with a certain teacher just by the way we did our homework. Dad; he was a little clueless. "Um..." I began, "well...Yeah. I'm not going to sugar-coat it, Dad. Right as we get here, we already have a list of victims and they all happened to be Keith's past girlfriends. There's only one girl left and she's been flirting up a storm. She even asked Keith out."

My dad sighed heavily. "I see." He paused for a short second and continued. "Kenna, I've known Keith for awhile now. There's a reason why I haven't killed him yet."

My eyes widened slightly. "Killed?"

"You know what I mean; when a dad gets too protective over his daughter. Anyway, Keith has always been a loyal worker. He saved your life along with Angie and Daniel's. If anything, he's probably too nice to tell this girl no."

I thought about this. Maybe he was right; maybe Keith was just too nice. He wouldn't ditch me after he went through all of this trouble saving my life and then visiting me in the hospital and presenting that award to me. Keith was not your average guy; he was much more than that.

"Don't give up on your cowboy just yet, Hon," my dad continued. "And if I learned anything from country music; the cowboy is usually the most loyal companion any girl can have. And I'm willing to trust this boy."

I smiled. "Thanks Dad."

"No problem, Kenna. Stay safe, alright? I'll see you when you come home. Mom says she loves you."

"I love you guys too," I said quietly and hung up the phone. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out this situation. I trusted my father, but there was always that nagging thought that told me that Keith was still interested in Alaina.

Before I knew it, I was sleeping away.

However, it didn't last long.

About 3:45 AM, Keith had managed to unlock the door and throw it open. He shook me awake and started speaking in a rushed tone. I only caught, "...too late."

"Too late?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Alaina's dead," Keith exclaimed, "we're too late."