Repay The Favour (On Hold)

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   When the front man woke up the next morning and read the time, it took him a few minutes to realise why this day was so important. He had fallen asleep lying on top  of his bed with only his shirt removed from the night before, skinny jeans still buttoned at his waist. He began to getup slowly, like he did every morning, rolling onto his back and sighing deeply before sitting up and checking his phone.
   He couldn't understand why he had so many missed calls from an unknown number as well as a few from his parents and his band mates. He wondered that something must've happened, maybe a new rumour had surfaced about the band splitting or perhaps a photo was released of Juliet and himself at the coffee shop the other day.
   It was only when he listened to a voicemail from his father that it finally dawned on him.

Andy's P.O.V
'Hey son, I just wanted you to know that whatever you decide to do today for that little girl, we support you. She needs you Andrew, please just try to understand that.' He paused for a moment before speaking again, this time his voice sounding cherpier: 'okay, well have a good day Andy. Oh and there's a Bengals game on this weekend! Love you, bye son.'

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit- Heather!

I checked the time once more and read 11.49. Pouncing out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and turned on the water, stripping myself of the clothes I was wearing and shoving my toothbrush into my mouth scrubbing my teeth clean as quick as I could while the water warmed. I took one of the quickest showers I had ever taken in my life before running back to my room and pulling out the first clothes I could lay my hands on and pulling them on.

I slipped my feet into some shoes and ran across the corridor into the newly made up bedroom, taking no notice that I left the lights on last night and lunging out for the bear, grabbing it before heading down stairs to feed the animals, grab my car keys and run out of the house and to my car.

With LA traffic and the lengthy distance between where I lived and the prison, I barely made it with any time to spare.

When I arrived, I parked up in one of the bays and ran toward the entrance up to the reception desk, watching the minutes go by and tick on closer and closer to 1 o'clock.

"Have they taken her yet? Heather's kid?" I asked, throwing the door open as I made my way toward the desk, talking to the officer behind it's table.

"So you're Andy." He lightly smiled. "No, but social services are here and ready so we'll have to get the paper work done quickly!" He told me, a light and kind smile on his face.

"Thankyou!" I grinned, taking the forms from him that he was passing over for me to sign. There were like a million papers to sign, I was overwhelmed with it all- I was actually about to take this kid away from everything she knows and raise her like she was my own.

"Sir, I've notified social services that you are now here- take as much time as you need. They'll come down and help with some of the papers." The same officer told me almost as if he knew I was having second thoughts.

I nodded my head to him and took a sharp intake of breath trying to calm myself down enough to just get through the documents. They took about 15 minutes to complete, my hand throbbing with all the signatures I scribbled down as well as numbers and names.

I checked over them a few times while I got my head together, desperately trying to convince myself that I could do this, taking a few more deep breaths before handing them back and being taken to see Heather and the girl.

They directed me to what looked like an interrogation room -- my only reference being from cop shows -- and upon entering, I was taken back to high school; back to every lunch and class I spent with Heather, hanging out after school in my garage.