Chapter 9: Explanations
Lexi's P.O.V.
I had read through file twice now. It still didn't make sense in some places, but I understood why he showed it to me.
I looked up, he was staring, intently, at me. "This is why?" It was a tiny whisper but I knew he could hear me. "You're doing all this because my dad put your dad away in prison? If your dad…" I was going to say raped but it just couldn't come out, "…murdered someone, it's what he deserves."
He stood up knocking over both the desk and the chair he was sitting on. I knew I went too far so I backed away as far into the bed as I could.
He walked over, his hands were fists and his face was red with anger. "My father is not a murderer. He was falsely accused! By your father. Your father took away the one person who I had left in my life. All my relatives live in other countries!"
I felt the tears streaming down my face, looking down I spoke, "How do you know?"
"I know. Now he's dead, he killed himself because he knew no one would believe him. It's all your father's fault. He has to pay."
It was all making sense now; I almost understood what he was saying. I felt something I never thought I would feel in the situation. Sympathy.
Elliot's P.O.V.
I was already pulling away when Olivia ran up and rapped on the window, I slowed for a second and she was able to climb in.
"Elliot you have to wait. You know you can't do this. Especially without backup."
"Olivia this is my daughter, my Lexi, I know where she is and I'm going to get her. If you have an objection you can get out."
She stayed where she was, I knew she would. I wanted her too, I knew that I shouldn't be doing this but if I was going to then I needed someone there.
The cemetery was a half an hour away; I put up the sirens and sped up.
Lexi's P.O.V.
"You didn't have to do this; you could've gone and got some help for your loss. You've broken the law, many laws."
"I didn't mean for that other girl to get involved. I thought she was you, that was all it was supposed to be. I wanted to take something from Elliot that he would never get back, but when I realized it wasn't you I was scared and I ran."
"Still, you didn't have to hurt anyone. Why?"
He stood up abruptly hitting my leg, the pain was excruciating. He walked over to the desk and grabbed something; I couldn't see what it was. The pain was still soaring and it was all I could concentrate on.
Click.
I looked up, he was walking over and I thought he was going to hurt me again. But instead he put something down on the side of the bed. "Go. Now."
It was a stick, I knew it was to help me walk, but I stayed seated. But, I was free. Why aren't I running?