Anastasia's POV
I was kissing Parker and it felt amazing. But at the same time I didn't want to be kissing him. I wanted to die. But then my phone starting ringing.
It was the Police Station.
I didn't want Parker to hear anything so I ran to my room and locked the door.
"Hello, is this Anastasia Peterson?"
"Um, yes,"
"You're father has gotten into a heap of trouble, trouble you don't even know about and he would like to talk to you about it," the woman said clearly uneasy.
I stayed silent.
"Um hello? Are you there?"
"Yes. I will speak to him," I said.
I wanted to know what he did. And whatever he did I want to make sure he rots in hell for it.
"Thank you so much please be here within an hour thank you bye," she said quickly and hung up.
I began sobbing.
I didn't know what to do.
Then I remembered.
Parker.
"P..Parkkker!!" I shouted choking on my words.
"Anastasia are you ok?! Open the door!!"
I ran to the door, unlocked, then opened it. I saw Parker at the door. I immediately hugged him and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back and soothed me the best he could.
We sat on my bed and I explained everything that had just happened. I was shivering. I felt so cold and lifeless. Parker took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me. I said thank you as best as I could and put it on. It smelled amazing and felt heavenly.
"Do you want me to come with you to the station?" he asked, still rubbing my back.
"Yes please," I said.
I couldn't go alone.
He helped me up and held my hand as we walked to the car.
The drive went by fast. Too fast.
I went up to the reception desk and asked where my father was. She showed me the room and said I had to go in alone.
Parker looked at me with sad eyes. Then gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand.
I walked into the room and saw that drunken, sad excuse for a father in front of me. I sat in the chair that was about six feet away from him and got ready to fight.
"Hello Anastasia"
Aha short chapter again cause the next chapter is going to be intense but ily guys -Olivia
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