The date seemed like a couple of hours. The air hung in between us. The silence was broken when I said it. I said the thing that I should have said when he told me about his mom. "The police think that I killed your mom." He denied it. "Your name isn't Bailey Saloon, you don't live in Connecticut, and the police may not be right." "My name is Bailey Saloon, and I lived in CT. I jumped out of a police car headed to the county jail and ran here." "The police aren't right then" he seemed like he didn't care that I was lying to him. "I know but why don't you care that I was lying to you." "It was for your protection, I get it, me and my mom moved to CT and changed our names as well to get away from my dad." "Who is your dad?" "He is the chief at your police station, he is in charge of my moms murder now." This was a lot to take in. A lot. It was time we track down that police chief and show him what me and Chris were made of. He was D-E-A-D dead meat.
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Teen FictionAs I walked down the street my heels clicked up and down. I was on my way to meet my dad for the first time in 4 years. We would meet at a brand new restaurant. Let's just say I shouldn't have gone into that restaurant.
