anymore.”
“Let me guess. You went down to his garage, guns blazing?”
“Sure did. Told him to leave my sister alone.”
“Okay. Let me put this in terms that you will understand. You are not Dad. Colt isn’t his father… and Averi will do whatever she wants, just as she always has…”
“So you aren’t the least bit offended that she is in love with the son of the man that murdered our parents?”
“Don’t you think she’s gone through enough? Just let her be happy.”
“I feel like I don’t even know you!”
“I gotta go. Boss lady is coming.”
“But-,” before Randy could protest further, Tim had hung up the phone.
He immediately started to text Averi.
Tim: Fuck him. Do what makes you happy. I’ve got your back.
Within seconds she replied.
Averi: You don’t know how much that means to me.
***
Now I understand why some people set their relationship status to ‘Its complicated’ on Facebook , Averi thought as she headed to her car. Averi left work for the day after the dramatic series of events that occurred on her lunch break. She just wanted to take a drive and clear her head. Her temper was flaring and she didn’t like taking it out on people if she didn’t have to. At that moment, if she spent another second in Randy’s presence, she would probably spend the night (or longer) in prison. So rather than smudging up her perfectly clean record for her idiot brother, she did the ladylike thing and walked away.
She climbed into her red Dodge Charger that she bought with her waitressing wages and tips that she had been saving for years. She slammed on the gas pedal and made her way west on Route 10. She couldn’t get Colton out of her head. They had such a history together. Starting as friends when they were just six years old, Colton had always been protective of Averi. Even more so than her own brothers, which is really saying something. Their friendship slowly evolved. When they were fifteen they exchanged their first kiss; an awkward but sweet moment that was fueled more by young love than by lust like so many teenage romances. They were inseparable. Wherever she went, there he was, and that was exactly the way she wanted it. He was her first friend, her first kiss, her first lover… You can’t just walk away from a love like that. Especially when she loved him to this day more than anyone else. Dead or Alive.
Randy and Colton used to be best friends before their lives were changed by Black Horse forever. They played football together, played knock knock run away and tortured the neighbors, and collected frogs back by the swamp where Mr. Ford would go fishing. But when Black Horse struck, that all came crumbling down. Although Randy and Tim were at a sleep over on the night of the murders, they seemed to take the news the hardest. It almost seemed like they failed to realize that Averi was the only one to walk away from that house alive. Everyone else that was home that night was murdered.
Randy wasn’t an angry kid before the murders, but he sure as hell was afterwards. Randy was convinced that Colton knew what Black Horse was going to do and didn’t do anything to prevent it. Randy was half right. Colton did know, and he tried to warn the Fords . Colton got as far as the Fords’ front yard and only had enough time to throw a rock at Averi’s bedroom window before he was snatched by a member of the Seventy Devils, Black Horse’s motorcycle gang. Jerry Rogers, Black Horse’s right hand man, held Colt hostage until young Colt fought his way free and attempted to stop his father from taking Averi’s life too. As Black Horse ran from the house not knowing if Averi was dead or alive, he locked his son in his truck and ran. Colton was left for dead. He simply knew too much. Averi knew this and tried to tell Randy and Tim so many times, but it fell on deaf ears. Tim was much more easy going than Randy, but when he was younger he was afraid to stand up to him, so he just went
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