On The Run With James Dean [UNDER RECONSTRUCTION]

Twenty - "I just think that there's something else going on here."

"Shit." Killian said. It never occurred to me at the time that he seemed to know my name. I was just so desperate for him to leave.

"Wait, are you sure your name wasn't written on your coffee cup? Could he have gotten it from that?" He suggested. I shook my head.

"No, this place doesn't write your names down. I didn't tell him and neither did Jess so he had to have known my name from somewhere else." I surmised.

"Im going to call Gary. With what you know, maybe it can help them fill in some gaps." He said. I nodded, and let out a breath.

While Killian was on the phone I tried searching my brain for an answer as to how this man knew my name. This whole time I thought I was just caught up in Killian's case, but I didn't know him back then.

Was this about my dad? Did they know who I was even back then?

"I've filled Gary in and he's going to look into it and get back to us when he knows more." He Killian said a few minutes later, sitting back down. "You okay?"

"I... have no idea. I thought that all this was about you and I got caught up in it, but if they knew my name back then, before we even met..." I took a deep breath.

"Killian I'm starting to think that we're both being targeted by these people for different reasons. The fact that we know each other is maybe a coincidence." I suggest.

"Maybe. But your dad is my parents boss so it was inevitable that we'd meet at some point, and the fact your dad moved us to your street... I just think that there's something else going on here. Something else connecting you and I to these bastards." He said.

"I think it's time I spoke to daddy dearest."

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After speaking to Gary about getting in contact with my dad, we waited by the computer for my dad to call on Skype.

I had no idea what I was going to say to him. There were a million questions i want to ask him as well as a million insults I wanted to hurl at him for lying to me.

"You okay, sugar?" Killian said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"I dont know." I replied honestly.

The familiar tune of a Skype call started to ring out and I took a deep breath before answering.

"Hey, sweetheart! I miss you! And hi Killian. How are you guys doing?"

"Fine." I replied, coldly.

"I can tell when you're lying, sweetie." My dad said.

"Then it's a shame I didn't inherit that particular skill from you." I said. My father looked down for a second. He obviously felt bad.

Good.

"I know, sweetie. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you the truth."

"But why, dad? I'm not a child - you didn't have to keep it from me."

"I know. I didn't mean to hide it from you for this long. It's just when your mother died... Things were already so hard for you; for all of us. I didn't want you to have to go through another huge change so soon."

"I get that dad, I'm just really angry that you hid it at all." I told him.

"I understand. When you get back home, we can sit and talk it all out, okay?"

"Okay." I agreed.

"Good." He smiled. As angry as I was, I missed his smile - it always made me feel better about anything. But I can't think about that now. We need to know what's going on.