We're Not Responsible
Chapter 6 - Past Killing Part V – Jack...
Jack held his wife, Allyson, as they watched their daughter, Elizabeth Marie, and soon-to-be-son-in-law, Logan, laugh and talk as they left the house.
Jack glared, "I don't like it, Ally. Not one bit."
"Don't you mean him?" she asked, placing the dishes in the sink.
He put the leftovers in the refrigerator, "Al, what the hell are you talking about?"
Allyson started washing dishes, "Ever since Lizzie's been going out with Logan you've been on his case, not to mention hers as well lately! You're breaking her heart, Jack! How can you hurt her like this?"
He slammed the refrigerator door, growling, "I'm protecting her!"
She rolled her eyes, "Protecting and yelling at her about marrying some 'low-life nobody who won't please her' are two different things!" He raised his hand to hit her, but she blocked, "Don't you touch me, Jack Dylan Landors!" She sighed, trying not to cry, "I can't deal with this anymore... at least... not tonight..." She ran to their room.
"Ally..." he called.
He looked at the letter he'd gotten the day before. He, Allyson, and Elizabeth Marie had left it on the counter. Elizabeth Marie had begged him not to leave. Allyson was neutral to the whole decision. Sometimes she wanted her husband to be gone, leave her alone, and never come back. Other times all she wanted was to be in his arms forever.
He picked it up and reread it.
Dear Mister Jack Landors,
Please come to the SPD academy. All will be explained when you get there.
Right now, he figured she wanted him gone. He pulled his braids into a ponytail, put on his leather jacket, and went out to his car. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number:
"SPD, this Jack Landors..."