by Rae Anna Blake

Created on: November 10, 2008

Lexie felt compelled to help the man lying on the ground in front of her. He was a virtual stranger to her even though he was her father. She always knew he was her father and she always knew that someday their paths would cross again, but she had no idea the mystery that surrounded the man she called "Dad".

Lexie's father, John Reynolds was not the fairy tale father that all little girls hope to have growing up. He was a far cry from being anything that she could be proud of. He was a drunk, he lied to her and her mother over and over again, and he broke Lexie's heart one too many times with broken promise after broken promise. She felt as if he did not even know her, who she was, or what she wanted to become. He never took the time to know her, he was always too busy. Between his job, his booze, and his womanizing, there was simply no room for anyone else in his life, including his own daughter.

By the time Lexie was 10 she knew who her dad was and who he would never be. She saw him treat her mother in such a way that she vowed that no man would ever treat her that way. She saw him abuse alcohol to the point that his was an incoherent babbling fool at times and other times he was just plain vicious. Again, he made an impression on her and she vowed she would never have the vices that her father had. She had distanced herself so much from the man that was her father, that she now called him John, and not Dad.

Yet in light of their history or lack of history, and his complete destruction of any hope of a father/daughter relationship she still felt like she needed to help him as he lie on the sidewalk just outside Mickey's Pub. She was working patrolling the area when she got the call in her police car that there was an altercation outside Mickey's Pub and that a man had been stabbed. She had no idea when she got there that the man lying on the ground would be her own father. She was stunned to find that it was in fact, John Reynolds lying on the ground with several stab wounds clinging to life. But a small part of her was not surprised that her father's life had come to this. Now this man that had so profoundly impacted her life in such a negative way seemed so small as he lie there clutching his stomach while a small crowd hovered around him.

The sound of ambulances could be heard in the background as Lexie bent down to help John. She applied pressure to his wounds and began to ask him for his side of the story. John was gasping for air and was struggling to stay

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