Caught By The Bad Boys

Chapter Nineteen: The Opposite Sex

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Song: Hideaway

Artist: Daya

The Opposite Sex

I couldn't take it anymore, the more I drove, and the guiltier I felt. I feel like it's my fault, if I wasn't there maybe they could have gotten away with it or they could of have found the other two parcels.

I can't believe they are drug dealers and that they would hide it in Ethan's dad's cottage. But I shouldn't be quick to judge, I don't even know the full story so I shouldn't jump to conclusions.

I stopped Blake's motorcycle on the side of the road glancing back once again. They're probably at the station already and something inside me is telling me to go there.

So me being I turned around and sped to the station.

How am I going to explain this to my dad now?

...

I arrived at the old building, parking in the visitors place. The last time I was here is when I was twelve. Some guy robbed a bank so my dad thought it would be fun to show me how it works.

Couldn't they rob a bank or something?

The consequences wouldn't be so harsh as to cocaine.

I got off the motorcycle, placing the helmet on the seat. I shoved the keys in my pocket as I made my way to the front doors. I looked at myself in the glass seeing what a mess I looked like. I grabbed the hair tie that was around my forearm and put my hair up into a high ponytail. I then took my glasses and put them on, at least today I was wearing a big sweater, black jeans and black converse. So I looked at least presentable when entering a police station.

I opened the double doors to see people walking up and down, not giving me a second glance as I made my way to the front desk. I recognised a few faces as I looked behind the desk seeing Ms Jackson busy on the computer, typing away. She was a middle aged woman whose been working here for years, when I came to the station she would always keep me occupied while I waited for my dad.

"Hi I'd like to talk to the Sheriff plea-"

"Sorry dear he-" "Oh Lana! It's you! Hello dear how are you?" the woman behind the desk asked as she looked up at me.

"I'm good Ms. Jackson."

"Long time no see, where have you been?" she asked giving a big smile showing her pearly white teeth.

"School I guess." I shrugged looking over her shoulder to my dad's office.

"Can I talk to my dad please?"

"I don't know...he's kind of busy and I don't-"

"I'll just be quick." I said as I walked around her desk, through the hall to my dad's office.

"Good luck!" She yelled before I turned the corner, I sent her a graceful smile before entering my dad's office.

"Hey, Paul," I said to my dad's friend who was in my dad's office.

"Afternoon Lana. What brings you here?" he asked while scribbling down on some papers.

"Just here to talk to my dad." I said pushing up my glasses; it tends to fall when I'm nervous.

"He's actually busy, we finally got those miscreants." He huffed looking behind him.

I glanced at what he's looking at to see him looking at a big glass window. Also known as the interrogation room or something like that. My dad stood there while the guys were sitting opposite him. They looked guilty while my dad kept shouting them.