Oh shit...back again. This time I will be posting on Mondays...Wednesdays...Fridays...and that is it! I mean it! And yes I know today is Saturday but I'm anxious to get this out...

Now...this is rated M for a HUGE reason this time. There is not going to be rainbows and happiness in this one. I believe it will end up being a HEA but it is not complete yet and you never know.

This will deal with VERY emotional and mature themes. If you have any issues with violence in schools or Columbine...this may not be the story for you. Heartfail and pain is ahead. Although no 'main' characters will die. Suicide and murder is a major part of this story.

Read with caution...

He stood next to the cold metal table.

The white sheet covered something he didn't want to see…

And just couldn't accept.

His son.

His fifteen year old son…

Had walked into the office of his high school with a loaded gun…

And killed seven people.

Before turning the gun on himself.

He had been a mistake…

A fumbling accident in the back of a car.

Lost virginities.

Lost innocence.

Charlotte had wanted nothing to do with him when he was born.

She had a scholarship to Penn…

And his family had money.

She hadn't even wanted to see him after he was born.

She left and didn't look back.

But that was fine.

He loved his son and vowed to be a good father.

But now…

He turned around when the door opened behind him.

The police officer that had come to his office stood there…

Glaring at him.

He'd had no idea.

He thought everything was fine.

Sure Sam had been moody…

But he thought that just came with being a teenage boy.

He never thought he would be here…

Ready to identify the body of his son.

Who they were calling a murderer.

So yeah...read with caution and I will see you on Monday.