Chapter 20:
I feel a shock of worry run through me. I look over to Zayn. I can tell he has the same feeling. He bits his bottom lip. "Well..you see officer, we have paintings to bring to a museum downtown. They were all brought all in last night and we were told to deliver them. Here, let me show you." Zayn lets my hand escape free from his grip. Zayn pulls on the latch and opens it. I walk over, standing next to Zayn. "See officers," I say pointing to the paintings. "they're just paintings. We were bringing them back until you showed up." The southern officer puts his head down in disappointment. "Oh, sorry. I could've sworn this was the truck that'd had the stolen paintin's in." The average officer doesn't say anything, just stands there in spite almost, I wonder why. In the bitter moment of silence, I finally say something. "Well, we better get going, we don't want our boss to be mad." I close the trunk. The cops get in their cars and drive away. I wave to them and smile, with respect. Zayn and I get back in the truck, I got in this time with no help. We close our doors and I sigh in relief. "That was a close one!" I look at Zayn. He doesn't seem very relieved at all, maybe even shocked. "Zayn..are you alright?" Zayn just smacks his head on the steering wheel. "Zayn, what is it? Was it the cops?" Zayn picks his head up in a flash. "It was my dad!" "What!?" "The one that had the cop car, he's my d-dad. On the name tag it said Yaser." I fall back on the seat and flash back to the man. Not only did I notice the same things I noticed before but I noticed his eyes, dirt brown and the same shape as Zayn's exactly. I snap out of it when I realize Zayn is shaking me. Once he notices he stops and sits back down. "Zayn..oh my god! That's-" "Please, Elissa. Don't say anything." Zayn sits up and looks at me. "But he's your father! You have to say something!" "No I won't! Elissa don't you see we're too different. I'm a thief. He's a cop. I just-" I cut him off. I kiss his lips. Soft and tender. I pull back. Zayn stares at me with shock, I blush from it. "W-What was that?" "It was to get you to shut up and listen to me." He sits there sit in shock. "Listen okay, since you made a deal with me I have to make a deal with you. Okay?" He nods. "Alright here's the deal when we're done bringing the paintings back you /must/ speak with your father. I'll be there with you if you need me, okay?" "Alright, that sounds good." Zayn smirks and starts the car.
