Liar, Liar

Chapter Fourteen - Incident & Lies

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I didn't know if I should've been happy or worried when it came the one week mark of my father being a no-show.

But when two beefy and baldheaded cops showed up on my doorstep, I knew to go with the latter.

It was a Saturday afternoon, Colton was over and we were relaxing together. I'd just got out a bowl, piled a packet of Cheesy Doritos into it and walked into the logue when I heard the knock on the door.

Deciding to just take the bowl of chips, I opened the front door to reveal two men in uniform. From behind me I heard Colton get up and come up behind me. He sighed when he saw the men at my front door.

"Andrea Owens?" The man with his arms crossed over his chest ask me. I nodded, and just as I opened my mouth to asked why they were on my doorstep, he continued, "Daughter of Jonny Owens?" I nodded again. "Yeah, we're gonna have to get you to come with us to the station."

My eyes widened. What did he say? Station? "Wait, huh? Why?"

"There's been an incident." The other guy informed me, reaching out a hand and indicating me to step out of the house and into the cop car that was parked in ny drive way. Hesitantly, I nodded and gave the bowl of chips to Colton, who hadn't said a word since the police showed up.

"Take this... I'll be back."

"Excuse me? You think I'm not coming with you?" He laughed humourlessly. "Righto, in your dreams." He placed the bowl on the table sat next to the door, grabbed my house keys of the hook and ushered me out of the house.

The two guys looked him up and down, "And who might you be, son?"

Colton, who just finished locking the house up, turned to the guys with his hand stuck out. "Colton Smith, Andy's best friend."

"Right," the first guy said. "I'm Bart and my partner here is Steve. Now please, step into the car."

Steve seemed a lot friendlier than Bart, but he was definitely still intimidating.

"So, can I asked what happened?" I asked once we were all in the car.

"Like I said Miss Owens, an incident has occured with your father and you're required at the station."

At this I rolled my eyes. Of course, my old man was probably just caught drunk driving and needed to be bailed out like always. That doesn't explain why it took 7 days to contact me though...

"Can I ask what this incident is?" Colton asked, his hand finding its way to the top of mine.

"Sorry sir, unfortunately I can't answer that. But I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." Steve said, and although he had a smile on his face he still glanced at Colton rather suspiciously.

"Right..."

Ten minutes of silence later, Bart pulled the car in front of the police station. All four of us got out, Steve leading us to the double doors at the entrance of the building. "In we go," he smiled at me, but it dropped at Colton. I looked back at my friend but he just shrugged.

"This way please," Bart said, and I noticed that Steve had disappeared to somewhere. When we reached another door, the officer put his hand on Colton's chest. "Sorry sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to wait out here."

Colton was prepared to fight back but I just smiled, "I doubt I'll be long. You just wait out here, I'll be fine."

He looked at me reluctantly. "Promise?"

Rolling my eyes, I nod. "I promise, Col."

Watching him walk away, I then turned to Bart. He frowned, "this way, miss."

I stepped through the door and saw that I was in an office. It had a oak desk with a computer on it, along with stacks of files and papers. I also spotted a lamp on the table, and a bookshelf stood in the corner next to a comfy-looking arm chair. There was two not-so-comfy-looking chairs on the side of the desk I stood on, and one on the opposite side. That chair was occupied by a woman; her hair was long and brown, waves falling down to her shoulders. She had chocolate brown eyes and tan skin. She wore, from what I could see, a blue blouse and she was gifted in the chest region. When she stood I could see that along with the blouse she wore a black knee-legnth skirt. She was aloso, quite clearly, gifted in the legs region. And when she smiled... Well let's just say her beauty could probably make birds sing.

"Andrea Owens, ma'am." Bart said from behind me. The woman nodded at him, obviously telling him to leave the room because that's what he did, leaving me with this beautiful specimen.

She turned her gaze to me then, "Andrea, how are you?" Before I could answer, she continued, sitting back in her seat. "I'm Lauren Sprouse. Head of the police station here in our little town."

I smiled awkwardly. "Um, hi. I'm Andy. As you already know." Lauren indicated for me to sit down in a seat on the other side of the desk. I sat down. She smiled. I winced.

"So, you are the daughter of Jonny Owens?" Lauren asked, leaning over to a drawer and pulling out a piece of paper. "This man?"

She slid it across the wooden table and I glanced at it. That's definitely him, pushing a smug smile down in a mug shot. I rolled my eyes, "yup, that's definitely him."

"Your father?"

"Yes," I snapped. She looked quite taken aback, so I took a breath and started again. "Okay, listen. If you want me to bail him outta the cell, I will." Yes, you heard, the cell. I mean, the man had been in so many prison cells that they had practically put his name on one. "What'd he do this time? Steal alcohol? A car? Whatever it is, I'll sort it out."

Lauren pursed her lips. She pulled another piece of paper from the same drawer and slid it across the table. At first I didn't look at it and the woman across from me sighed and looked down.

"Okay, Andrea, I don't know how to say this..." She looked at me with what looked like sad eyes but her voice sounded like she had said the same words to many before me. This is when I looked down at the picture.

But I can tell you in my whole life, although I had wished for it, never expected what was staring back at me.