Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

26 - Dead Ends and Promises

I'm so excited for this Chapter! A lot is going to go down. Thanks for reading and I hope you like it as much as I do!

I would also like to thank everyone who has kept with this from the beginning. It means a lot and I know I'm not good with updating very often which I find highly annoying. I'm such a hypocrite!

I also know this story can be quite confusing, so if you have any questions at all, feel free to message me, comment or whatever to ask. I will gladly answer your questions. (Dear God, I sound like a teacher)  If you do have a question please make sure to ask what exactly you are confused about, I can't really answer cryptic questions.

How I picture Dalton and Court is to the side! Not exactly comfortable using a picture of somewhat private individuals since I have no idea who they are, but I just used a web browser for a pic.

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Chapter 26 - Dead Ends and Promises

I spent all night looking through all the papers, arrest reports and files. The first arrest report had my father’s name on it, but confusingly enough, his name wasn’t on the others. Or perhaps it is his name, and he changed it. The one that was in his Nicolae name, he was seventeen and was charged with murder. My heart stopped as I reread that charge over and over again. I couldn’t seem to breathe as that word registered in my mind. Murder, my father murdered someone? The man who treated me right, accepted me, and loved me, was a murderer? No, he couldn’t have murdered anyone, he wouldn’t. No, it was a mistake, a misunderstanding. My eyes slid down further on the report to read the narrative the arresting officer gave. Although it was barely legible, I could make out that the officer found him and a knife with the victim’s blood all over them. I could feel my head shaking no. Looking at the rest of the report, my dad was only seventeen at the time. I couldn’t seem to form any thoughts as I read the report. He was arrested in the parking garage outside of Grimaldi and Associates. What the hell was Grimaldi and Associates?

Going over to the small laptop that I bought, I looked up Grimaldi and Associates through the web browser. Glancing at the first few results, I saw that Grimaldi and Associates was a law firm. Why the hell was he at a lawyer’s office? This makes no sense. The man I knew wouldn’t have done this. Although now, I feel like I never really knew him. I slammed the paper down and stood up in a haste causing the chair I had been sitting in skid across the reclaimed wood of the floor before toppling over. My hands moved up to my hair to brush it out of the way as I felt hot with shock, confusion and uncertainty. I ran to the bed side table, opened the drawer and called Rachel with one of the phones. I waited impatiently for her to pick up the phone as I paced back and forth stealing glances at the table in the dining area. Two rings became three then four and now five.

“Damn it, Rachel. Pick up the fucking phone!” I swore out loud in frustration. That arrest report is scaring the hell out of me, what if he actually did kill that person? Rachel’s voicemail picked up the call. I ended the call before the beep and threw the phone on my bed. I stood there between my bed and the table with the files on it; thinking, debating on whether or not I was going to look at the rest. My curiosity seemed to get the best of me as I went over to the files. Taking a deep breath, I sat down at the table not sure if I was going to be able to do this. Sifting through the papers I glanced at the majority of them. One major similarity between the reports was after the murder report; his name had been changed to Dever. Going back through them, I saw that he was also eighteen and older as well. Counting the arrest reports there were twenty-three. How the hell could someone get into that much trouble? I thought my dad worked in politics, seems like he was more of a professional criminal. There was no way I was going to get through all of this. An idea struck me and I got up to go get the tape.