Love,
Stacey
Tears fall freely from my eyes as I take in her words.
I feel the same pain in my chest that I felt when I lost her.
This was something that I wasn’t expecting.
My father was known for bugging everyone for lots of grandkids. Stacey has made it clear she wasn’t ready, and I always could tell in her eyes that she was afraid I would walk away if she didn’t give me a family. That is something that never would have happened.
To see now that she was ready the day that she was killed feels like I’m losing her all over again.
The strong urge to drink pulls at me, but I fight it off as best as I can.
I don’t know how long I sit there with everything in my lap. The storm is in full swing outside and there is no light in the sky.
As I am staring outside in thought, I see headlights approaching the house. I hardly even believe this is actually happening as someone would have to be crazy to drive in this weather.
The person in the car runs up to my house and comes in without knocking.
“Ella! What the fuck are you doing driving with the weather like this? Are you fucking crazy?” I ask my sister.
“I saw mom and dad at the clubhouse and when they said what you were doing, I knew I had to come here,” she says, and her eyes land on everything in my lap.
“Did you know?” I ask her roughly.
She nods her head and tears well in her eyes. “Yeah, she told me before and had gotten the motorcycle custom made to surprise you.”
“I can’t believe she couldn’t just tell me she was ready,” I say as a sob tries to work its way out.
Ella sits down on the couch closest to me. “You know Stacey, she was never good with words.”
I nod my head knowing that was true.
“I wish she would have just told me,” I say on a whisper.
“I know. At least this is something you have of her and you will be able to share it if you ever decide to have a family,” she says.
I don’t say anything for a few minutes. I don’t know if I could ever share something like this with anyone else, especially Camilla. I know that I will need time to adjust to the fact that I would have a family now if it wasn’t for that fucker.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this information now,” I say.
She nods her head in understanding.
“It’s a lot to take in. Just let us help you through this time,” she says, and I know right away what she means.
When I lost Stacey, I pushed my family away. I let myself drown in alcohol. I wasn’t a man that anyone would be proud of.
I fight the lingering urge to drink and take the comfort my sister is offering me.
The storm rages outside and my phone rings as soon as the power goes out.
“Yeah?”
“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. The storm is really bad and I hoped you weren’t outside,” Camilla’s sweet voice says to me.
“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. I’m at home. Ella is here. She will probably be stuck here until the storm passes,” I tell her.
“Okay. Well Xavier is here. Since I don’t like storms, he hasn’t left my side,” she says.
I close my eyes and wish I could have been at the clubhouse with her. I didn’t know that she didn’t like storms, and I want to be able to protect her from anything I can.
“Call me later if you get too upset. I’ll be there as soon as the storm lets up,” I tell her.
“Okay, bye Tyson,” she says, and I hang up.
I look at my sister and she is smiling sheepishly as she hangs up her own phone.
“Please tell me that was Damien giving you shit for driving in a storm,” I say and she shrugs with a smile.
“It was. I didn’t tell him that I was coming here. He thought that I was still at the clubhouse. When he couldn’t find me, he called me.”
I shake my head at my sister. “You know that you always have got to tell someone where you are. We can’t take any risks. Especially right now.”
“I know, but he would have tried to stop me and I knew that my brother needed me right now,” she says, and she doesn’t look the least bit sorry.
“That was a dumb move, but I’m thankful to have you here. Especially since I want nothing more than a bottle of whisky right now,” I tell her honestly.
“Well I’m sure that we can think of something to take your mind off of it. You got any board games? And perhaps a flashlight so my phone doesn’t die,” she asks.
I nod my head.
“Well, I have the one you gave me when you first arrived. Let me go get it,” I say as I get up.
I go and find the board game that Ella bought for me a long time ago. When I get back to the living room, Ella has found a few emergency lamps that she has turned on.
She gasps when she sees it in my hand. “You haven’t opened it?”
I shake my head with a smile.
“When would I ever find the time to play this and willingly get whipped cream in my face?” I ask her.
“Well, it’s hilarious. I made Damien play it a long time ago. You should have seen his face when he got hit with the whipped cream. I
