𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 | Dreamwastaken

6

In fear that James was waiting for me on the other side, I stood off to the right side of Clay as he opened the door. To both of our surprise, there wasn't a six-foot brunette standing there hoping to take me back home.

"Sadie Ahearn. Is Sadie Ahearn here?"

Not wanting to start any problems with a police officer I step out from behind the door, in front of the officer. "Yes?" He eyes me as he rests both his hands on his duty belt. "Deputy Ricci. My, buddy and I are going to check around inside to make sure everything is ok in there?" His head tilts to the sidewalk and I watch as another officer takes his time walking up to the door. I don't miss the dirty look Clay shoots him from the corner of my eye, "This isn't my-"

"Do you have a warrant?" All of our heads turned to him.

"No, but we were-"

"Then no. You have no reason to come in." Clay practically spat at the cops, distaste evident in his tone. I couldn't help but wonder if he's had bad run-ins with law enforcement. He doesn't look like the type. "No reason to be so aggressive young man. What's your name?" I turned, hoping we wouldn't have to do this for long, but seeing as he wasn't answering, I grew impatient.

"It's Clay." I spoke for him. "We were notified by your father young lady, that you had left home." My father? "I haven't seen my father since I was like... 6? No disrespect sir, but I think you're a little confused."

The other officer scoffed at my response, and turned towards Clay, "Where are your parent's son? I'd like to speak with them."

"I live alone this is my house." Both of the cop's eyes grew wide. I guess Clay did look a little young to have his own house, especially one this nice.

"You, a 16-year-old girl has no business leaving home too, what? Fool around with a grown man?" I've never been so lost in my entire life? I looked at Clay to find him already staring at me, looking just as, if not more confused than me.

"I'm sorry huh? I'm 20, I haven't seen my father in how-ever many years? I think you've got the wrong girl sir." The officer continues to talk, but It's only background noise, as I start to put two and two together.

I cut him off, "Sorry, who was it that called you again?"

"We don't have time to play these games sweetheart, your father James Ahearn called us here because you ran away. I would expect better from—"

"This- this was a big misunderstanding. James is my boyfriend, not my father. I'm not sixteen, I'm 20."

"Young lady please-"

"Sir, seriously?" I was starting to get tired of repeating myself, "Can we see some form of identification?" I turned around to go get my back, but Clay was already on his way to get my bag. I faced back to the officers, "One second." I tried to smile, but by the cop's face, it was probably more of a grimace.

Very Quickly I was handing my driver's license to the cop, and watching him look from it to me, back and forth. I look the same on my license as I do right now, so I could tell he was taking longer just to piss us off. "Our bad." The man attempted to laugh it off, but I was more than fed up at how much of my time was wasted, and by the look of it Clay was too.

"You may want to consider filing a restraining order if you're not planning on returning, it'd be unfortunate if something of this nature happened again."

I felt an arm come down around my shoulders and looked up at Clay to find him with hopeful eyes. I can't stay at this house forever, I don't even want to stay tonight. There is no way I can completely separate myself from James, if I ever need something, or I have nowhere to go I'll have to go back? I'll have to. A restraining order would only cause more problems. "No, it's fine." I didn't even want to look up. The hand around my shoulder slid off, and I heard Clay step back a little.

"Sadie, that doesn't seem like a good idea." His voice from behind me called. I looked at the police officers and nodded my head, assuring them that I was fine. "We'll be on our way then, sorry again for taking your time. If you change your mind, you can come down to the station." I nodded and shut the door.

Clay was leaning against the kitchen counter on his phone. It took all my confidence to walk up to him. "Sorry for that. James is- Yeah, sorry I didn't think..." I tapered off since he wasn't even acknowledging what I was saying. After I stopped he looked up from his phone, "Yeah, I got to help a friend real quick."

Before I could even say anything in return he was walking down the hall. 

A/N: Sorry if this was confusing.