Liar

Thirty

As soon as the police car with Kyle disappears, the ambulance and some more police cars arrive. Three people literally jump out of the ambulance car and run to Niall. They lay him on a litter and slowly carry him into the car.

"May I drive with him?" I ask, heading for the car to get in, but a policeman stops me. "I am his girlfriend."

"Miss Paxton, now that Kyle Fitzgerald is arrested, we want to hear every single detail of the night he tried it the first time and now." I begin to tell him everything I remember, so actually everything, while I watch the ambulance drive away. It's my fault that he's in there.

"I can't promise that he's going to jail, though, because his lawyers are good. Hell, they're the best in the US."

"Trust me, they won't win this fight. I will testify against him." Ezra mentions.

"I'm sorry, but we've had more witnesses in the last 10 years, but they still won every single fight. By the way, who are you?"

"Ezra Fitzgerald." The policeman still doesn't seem to realize. "His brother."

"Oh! Maybe this will help. Finally there is something that could help to put that fucking bastard into prison."

"I'm sorry, but this 'fucking bastard' still is my brother and even if he's a cruel man, I don't appreciate a policeman calling him 'fucking bastard'."

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I am sorry, but I had to get this off my chest. Ten years. I've been listening in ten years to one hundred and fifty-eight.. I'm sorry, nine, women, telling me that your brother introduced himself as 'their worst nightmares' and how rough he touched them. They were married women, some of them even mothers. They were young girls who just quit high school. And most importantly, they were human beings. How could somebody that I just called fucking bastard do something terrible like that to human beings? I am sorry, but fucking bastard even is too smooth to describe your brother." The policeman says, making Ezra’s speechless.

"If you don't mind, I have to drive to the hospital." I mutter and leave the two of them standing, chatting about Kyle Fitzgerald. A name I loved just two days ago now became so disgusting. I pace to Niall's car, get in the driver's seat and close my eyes. I am so exhausted. The adrenaline that flooded through me as I was trying to stop Kyle Fitzgerald from raping me is now gone and took all the energy I had before with it. I sink in the seat even more than I already am and drift to sleep.

*

I wake with Kyle Fitzgerald's face on my mind. I shake my head, trying to get rid of the big scar on his face. I am in Niall's car. The sun is shining on my face, making it clear to me that it is morning.

Fuck! School!

I check the time on my cell and as I unlock it 911 is still dialed. It's seven thirty. Hallelujah. While I am staring at my phone my dad calls me. He sure is wondering where I am, since I'm obviously not sleeping in my bed.

"Yeah?" I answer it.

"April Rosalie Paxton. Where in the fucking hell have you been?!"

"I'll be home in fifteen minutes dad. It was a rough night," I mutter.

"Okay. By the way, we need to talk when you're at home. About Seattle and my new job."

"Dad if you're referring to that I should come with you, then, nope, forget it."

"No, just, come home, all right?"

"I'm on my way," I murmur as I exit Niall's car.

*

"Look, as I told you, I have a new job. It's about selling stocks again, but this time our money won't be shares, so we can't lose that much money again."

"Yeah, I understand. And you will fly every weekend back to Attleboro, won't you?"

"Uhm... Not exactly. I will sell this house again and move to Seattle for good. Since you're going to Columbia you won't be affected by the move."

"I guess I will just come and visit you in Seattle sometimes..."

"That won't be so easy. The enterprise I am working for is situated all over the world and an important one is in London. I will probably buy a house there too and also in Sydney. If I need to I will buy property in South Africa as well, and yeah, you can visit me everywhere of course." And that's the point I realize it. Mine and my dad's ways go in different directions now.

"Dad, I will miss you so much." I feel tears spilling over my eyes as I embrace my dad hard.

"Honey, we keep meeting up sometimes, okay? It's not like we never will see each other again," he comforts me.

"I need to get ready for school." I pull away, going up the stairs and get ready.