Lies

Chapter 24:

Following behind Jordan was like following behind an elephant who wants his food. His short legs didn't carry him anywhere but he was booking it as if there really was food wherever he was taking me. But I knew there wasn't because where he was taking me, contained my father that I had turned in.

The tall heels I was wearing seemed out of place in a police station. They were black with rhinestones embedded around the shoe and they were more of a partying kind of heel so this dreary walk towards my father kind of dampened their real meaning.

Detective Collins wouldn't talk as he lead me down a hallway that was dimly lit, leaving me alone to my own thoughts. I was afraid, deathly afraid to face my father in his jail cell; somewhere I bet he would have never thought he would find himself in his lifetime. He always believed he was better than everyone else because he was richer but that never justified anything.

My heart rate picked up as I saw chairs at the end of the hallway that faced a window. I couldn't see through the window from here but I knew that my father was on the other side. I could almost feel his presence like when you can feel someone's eyes on you but you can't seem to find who is looking at you anywhere.

Jordan pointed to the chairs that now stood empty and nodded his head. I could tell that he wasn't interested in talking to me for he had already turned around and started walking in the direction we used to get here. He waddled away almost as large as the hallway itself and was huffing as he did so as if a little bit of walking was such a big task.

I stared at the chair that Jordan was previously pointing at and examined it. It was just a wooden chair, probably not that expensive and almost looked too wobbly to sit on. It was one of those chairs that looked like it had been handmade by someone that was just starting out in the handicraft business.

I walked over to it and saw my father, looking almost like a ghost behind the window. His body was there but his striking blue eyes seemed to be looking far off someplace that I couldn't see. His eyes didn't look over at me as I sat down instead they moved in a different direction above my head.

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart piece by piece as I looked at him. His usual suit was replaced by an orange jumper that all the prisoners were required to where, his hair was a big mess upon his forehead and his right eye was surrounded by black and blue in areas so large that it reached his perfect eyebrow. Had Jordan done this to him? Or had I?

My father still wouldn't look at me as if he didn't know that someone was sitting right in front of him. Tears started to develop in my eyes as emotion took over my body. Sadness flowed from my very heart, making it impossible to breathe. I chocked and turned my face away, not wanting my father to see me like this.

"Don't cry for me, Iris." My father said, through the glass. It made his voice sound foreign and not his own which only made the tears come down faster. I tried wiping them away but after awhile it seemed unnecessary. They would just keep coming whether I liked it or not.

"I'm sorry, daddy, about everything." I cried, trying to find the courage to look him in the eye. Every time I tried, there was like some invisible force preventing me not to. It almost seemed like that force didn't wanted me to continue feeling as I was feeling. It was trying to tell me that I had done the right thing no matter how hard it hurt.

"I know. But it's my fault." My father said.

I finally looked at him and kept my gaze steady. He was looking at me so intently that I felt that he was trying to take the pain away from me and putting it inside of his own body. His blue eyes had dimmed as if this whole thing had drained the color that made them so stinkingly vivid.