Bradley Wilson Wilson's POV:

   I broke up with my girlfriend, Lydia Elise Keller.

    I never wanted to.

   I felt I had no choice about the matter.

  My father never approved of her, and my mother was long gone.

 I mean, she skipped town when I was three.  Father and I had not heard from mother since then.

  I supposed this is where my father got his mistrust of the females from anyway.

  I recalled how it was just before prom too.

  I planned to take Lydia. Then, just like that my father, threw the bombshell at me.

  I was either to dump my girl or be kicked out.

  What other choice did I have?

  I had nowhere else to go.

  So I broke ties with my dear, sweet, lovely, Lydia.

    To make matters worse she did not so well on her test.

    It was the same day I  told her the biggest lie ever.

    It was the only way.

  I sighed.

  I remembered it like it was yesterday.

   Today, I woke up and heard my father fuming.

    I  looked outside my bedroom window and saw it.

    The police were at Keller's.

     I thought, oh my goodness, what happened over there?

    Is Lydia alright?

   I literally freaked.

    Today, was two days since the breakup and the police barraged in over there.

     I only saw them because I live across the street with my father and his roommate.

     I rolled my eyes at the notion of the roommate as she is some nosy lady.

     Talk about Dad picking some bad taste in women.

    I  wished with all my heart I could make things right, with Lydia.

    I only hoped I was not too late.

     I  recalled the police did seem anxious and MaryBeth rushing to and from the dumpster in a panic only moments before their arrival.

     What was that all about anyway?

     I shrugged my shoulders.

    Perhaps, I would know soon enough.

     I facepalmed myself.

   Great, now I am starting to sound like that nosy woman, Wendy my father rents the spare bedroom too.

     Find out more in Chapter 8

    -Summer out!