Lissa's Lover

  "Lissa is everything I have ever wanted in a woman. I'm not perfect,  but I would rather die than to see her hurt.  I can promise you that my blood will be spilled before there's a scratch on her." "Shane! Shane! Oh my god!" Lissa screamed. She heard three more shots fired, she felt paralyzed. She ran into the house. Her dad met her in the foyer. He grabbed her arms, "What's happening?" he asked. "Shane! Someone is shooting at him!" she screamed. Sandra, Carli, Jason and Brandon rushed out of the kitchen. Marcus ran upstairs to his bedroom to retrieve his licensed firearm. 

"I don't know how to say it, but since I found out you're pregnant and the last time we made love, I feel different around you. It's kinda like this fits. Us. You and me. We feel right. Like you were made for me and I'm made for you." Shane walked into his bedroom and watched Lissa sleeping. He loved watching her sleep. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. He wished things were different. It seemed that retribution was knocking on his doorstep for all the things he did when he was trying to find answers about his friend's death. 

  "Shane, baby, whatever you did, whoever you were, you are not that person anymore, and I will not allow you to go back to being him. Your Bible says in Christ you are a new person the old is past and the new has come. Maybe your past has not forgotten you, but you don't live there anymore." Lissa stretched and rolled onto her side sleepily. She opened her eyes but was disappointed to see that Shane was not laying beside her. She yawned and turned her head to look for him in the room but he wasn't there.