Strang little plot bunny that just attacked. Set a week or so after a slightly alternate version of the season one finale.
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Numb
I stand by the graveside and feel nothing. I'm beyond feeling now, numb through and through. The crowd starts to disperse but I noticed there were a lot of people. It was a popular man who was buried today, I expected nothing less.
"Are you OK?" asks Mrs Fennel
I just nod. Wallace squeezes my hand. "Do you need a ride home?" he asks
I shake my head. I'm not ready to leave yet. Alicia has been crying, even Wallace looks ready to break. But I don't. I can't cry today, I haven't cried at all.
It's funny, it was supposed to get better when I solved Lily's murder. That was the plan, I solve Lily's murder, Dad gets his job back, mum comes home, Duncan takes me back and all my friends say sorry bout the last year of hell.
Not even close. Aaron Echolls killed Lily and he tried to kill me, but my Dad saved me. After I saw Dad to the hospital I called Alicia to sit with him and went home. I kicked mom out and she stole $50,000 from us, my college money all over again, she really doesn't want me to get an education. Then I slept till the early hours of the morning when I was woken by a knock on the door.
I smiled when I saw who it was. "I was hoping it would be you" or maybe I was just hoping it wouldn't be anybody else, anybody who required too much thought after the night I'd just had.
Weevil raised an eye brow at that comment.
"You're significantly less complicated than the other men in my life right now" I explained. I took in his uneasy posture and worried look. "What's wrong Weevil?"
"Can I come in?" he asked
I nodded and let him in. I sat on the couch while he started to pace. "I'm tired Weevil, it's been a really long night, please just tell me"
"Logan's dead"
I was frozen, the words spinning around in my head, I couldn't even process it, and then I remembered that Weevil had overheard me saying Logan was Lily's killer. "What did you do?" I asked.
"Nothing" he sat down next to me and I scooted away on the couch. "Me and the boys, we went to find Logan, and what we had planned he wouldn't have survived. We found him on the bridge; about the spot Lynn Echolls' car was found. He was drunk walking around on the edge with the radio from his car on. I was about to call him down when they interrupted the song that was playing to make an announcement about his Dad. I told him he was lucky this time and got back on my bike. I turned around when we got to the end of the bridge and he was gone"
"What do you mean gone?" I asked, praying that maybe Weevil was wrong, he might have just got back in his car, or if he was that drunk, throwing up beside it.
"I went back, he wasn't there, and there's only one place he could have gone"
And I never even got the chance to say sorry. I accused him of murder, had him arrested and I never even got a chance to say I was sorry. I cried then for Logan and awkward as it was for him Weevil held me for a while. Eventually I told him I wanted to get some sleep and he left. Then I cried alone until I really did fall asleep.
The next morning I tried to act like everything was normal. I showered and dressed and drove to the hospital to see my Dad. Alicia was crying when I got there. She hugged me and a doctor explained about the unexpected complications.
That's when the numbness kicked in.