Chapter 4: "My truth"

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Casey's POV

"Case, calm down, tell me what happened." Dad's voice echoed through the phone, concern and worry lacing every word.

My veins ran cold as I stared at the bashed up car, whoever did it knew about me and Izzie; clearly. But we weren't out yet. At least I wasn't.

"Dad, I don't know what to do." My voice cracked, as I fought back tears. It was a mixture of rage and fear that pulsed through my body rapidly.

This was my dad's car of course I was furious. But this was personal. Someone had a vendetta  on me, and it's pretty obvious who my first guess would be.

Nate.

"Listen Casey, I need you to call 911 and ask for Steve he's a friend of mine. I'll meet you at the station." He said seriously.

"Ok Dad." My voice shook a little as I spoke, "I'm so sorry abou-" before I could finish my dad's voice shot through the phone.

"Don't you dare apologise, we'll get to the bottom of this. I promise." Dad's reassuring voice helped to slow down the pounding beat of my heart, that echoed round my head.

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I waited in silence for dad's friend to come pick me up, and when Steve finally arrived he glanced at me and then the car.

Reading the words that brandished it, he looked at me with a sympathetic look in his eye.

"You ok?" He asked sheepishly, attempting a reassuring smile.

"Not really. Can we just get to the station, I need to talk to my dad." I didn't want to stand around any longer, I wanted to get as far away as possible from that car.

"Sure thing kid, come on." He said leading the way to his squad car.

The car ride didn't take to long, and before I knew it I was sobbing into my fathers arms.

We were sitting in an empty office, since I needed to write a personal statement claiming what happened.

"I'm so sorry about your car." I told my dad wiping a stupid tear from my cheek.

I didn't want to cry, and I don't cry often. But I couldn't help but feel personally attacked. I hadn't told my dad about my relationship with Izzie yet, and now this had pulled the rug from under me. Sam already knows and so does Elsa, kind of, but I wanted to tell my dad on my own terms.

"Stop apologising, Casey." Said Dad squeezing my shoulders tightly. "Steve told me what happened, is there something your not telling me?" He stared at me seriously, I swallowed hard not wanting to tell him right now.

"Is someone bullying you? You know you can tell me anything right?" A look of worry and concern flushed over his face, it wasn't a look I was familiar with.

Usually these worried looks were reserved for my brother Sam, my parents always worried about him.

But it was nice to know they worried about me too, despite the circumstance.

"No dad, I'm not getting bullied." I sighed fiddling with my hands, and considering the possibility of Nate doing this.

I hate the guy. Of course he did this, who else would do this?

He couldn't have done it on his own, because I would've caught him on the way back. Granted I did park a few streets away from Izzie's house.

My skin crawled as I thought of him. If he did this, and I'm fairly certain of it. I was gonna kick his ass.

"I think I know who might have done it." I said sternly.

I explained my situation with Nate and Izzie, and how I got in between them.

"So what?-" Dad started slowly, I knew where this was headed. "Are you and Izzie, like a thing? Or whatever you kids call it." I could tell he was just as awkward as I was.

"Yeah I think so, does that bother you?" I asked avoiding eye contact.

I'm so awkward.

"Of course not, Casey, you know I love you. And I don't care who you date, that's never going to change the way I think of you." He smiled softly at me and kissed my forehead.

I smiled to myself, and looked back down to my form that still needed filling out.

"Hey case, this Nate kid. You sure it's him." Dads face had returned back to serious.

"I don't know who else would've done this." I said staring up at him just as confused as he was.

"I'm gonna find out who did this, because not only was this an attack against you but it was an attack against our family."

I had never seen dad this angry before, whoever did this would have hell to pay.

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Heyyyy I know this is a little shorter, but I wanted to wrap up this night. And I felt like writing sooo 😘✌🏼 tell me what you think as always ❤️❤️❤️

-Layla

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