Unbound (the TORQUED trilogy Book 3) by Shey Stahl

Author:Shey Stahl [Stahl, Shey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shey Stahl Publishing
Published: 2017-01-30T18:30:00+00:00

The early morning sun hits my back as I sit on my bike next to the cemetery Sunday morning. I cut the engine off, but I make no move to get off the bike, my attention drifting to the headstones. I don’t even know how I got here only that I couldn’t sleep and decided to go for a ride through the city.

I haven’t been to my dad’s grave. Ever. Not even the day he died. I mean, I was at his funeral, but I never went toward the grave. Couldn’t make myself because I felt responsible in many ways.

After the fight we had, I couldn’t do it. I thought for sure if I went to his grave, the memories of the argument would return and I’d feel worse. I didn’t want to feel anything, let alone worse.

In a lot of ways, it was the guilt that kept me from coming. I said some horrible things to him the day he died, words I can never take back.

I take a deep breath and push the feelings down, wishing I could wrap my mind around everything that’s happened in the last few days, or what I’m doing here. Why now? Why, after being dead two and-a-half-years, did I decide to come here now?

Swinging my leg over the bike, I grab my helmet in my hand and make my way over to his grave site.

Setting my helmet on the ground at my feet, I stare at his headstone and the words written over the smooth surface.

Lyric Allen Walker

My heart tugs thinking of my son having the same name as my father. I may not have gotten along with him, but my dad was an amazing man. Red reminds me of him in so many ways. Noble, always ready and willing to defend what he thought was right. Smiling to myself, I’ve always thought we were so different, but for someone who’s been holding onto resentment for so long, I suppose I’m not that different, am I?

I sit down in front of the grave and stare at it. Grief squeezes my lungs and stiffens my throat. “I’m sorry for what I said to you that night, Dad.”

Drawing in a deep breath, I look up at the blue sky. It’s so I bright I have to squint. The ground’s cold and hard, the dirt beneath my feet sliding as I raise my knees to my chest. “But what I’m mostly sorry about is not being here yet. I guess maybe I didn’t know what to say so I stayed away.” Resting my chin on my knees, I shake my head. “I guess I was afraid you’d still be mad at me, like I’m mad at myself for the way I acted and the things I said.”

I sit there for another moment wishing to never forget even the smallest details about my father, like the sound of his voice. It’s sad that time steals those memories away from you. Even when I see pictures of him now, it’s like the memories are beginning to fade, and I hate it.

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