“Good luck getting in contact with him. The bastard hasn’t said a word to me since in over a year, and I haven’t seen him since I was a child,” I said.
“Well, if we don’t contact one of your parents, you’ll be facing some time,” he said.
How could they do that? I mean, I knew cops were pigs, but Jesus Christ. I thought about fighting this guy, but with the look he gave me, I felt a strange feeling of dread. It was better not to.
“Fine. But the charges will be dropped, correct?”
“Yes but only if he comes to pick you up. You’ll need to return this car,” he said.
“Fine, fine. Here’s the goddamn keys. I’ll wait for him,” I said.
I tossed them back, and the officer nodded.
“I see. I’ll be calling your dad,” he said.
He grabbed my license, and after a bit I heard the officer come back.
“Ma’am, we’re going to take you back to your apartment. Your father was in town actually, and he’ll be meeting us there.”
Great. My dad really was in town. He wasn’t really a father, and I couldn’t stand it. he was always busy on business trips, and both he and my mother never seemed to give a fuck about me. But I went along with the officer.
For the most part, my dad worked alone, and he was usually doing some job or another. He rarely contacted me, but I felt like this time, he might give slightly more of a shit. The officer urged me to follow him to the car, and so I did, sliding into the backseat.
He took me to the rundown apartment, and sure enough, I saw the silver sports car there. Fuck, so my dad was in town. When we got to the doorway, a man with short, brown hair, a mustache, and glasses looked at me.
“Julianna. What the hell are you doing?” he said.
“It’s Jules, Father. And why does it matter?” I snapped.
“Because, we’re going to have to talk. Now, let me finish with the officer here, and you sit on the couch. Also, your apartment is unlocked. You realize that’s dangerous, correct?” he said.
“Well, not like there’s anything worth stealing here anyways. Mom barely sends me enough money to live,” said.
“Well, your mom is not a part of this. I tried to call her, but she’s overseas, so the number isn’t working,” he muttered.
“Yeah, good luck talking to her. I haven’t spoken to her in six months,” I stated.
My father sighed, looking to the officer who gave him a piece of paper.
“Hey John, I’ll finish things up here and the report. We can waive the charges, but you need to do something about her. She’s clearly hiding things,” the officer admonished.
“Yes officer, I know,” he said.
My dad always acted like I was a burden, but the rat bastard never bothered to raise me anyways, so I didn’t really see him as much of a father either.
After he finished with the officer, he looked at me on the couch, sighing.
“Aright, spill,” he said.
“What are you talking about?”
“How did you know that guy?” my dad asked.
“What do you mean, the pig?”
“No, the car. And don’t call him a pig. You’re damn lucky you weren’t arrested and thrown in prison right then and there,” he said.
“Yeah because I’m not an adult,” I replied. I mean, that was the truth of it.
“Well you sure as hell aren’t acting like one. Now spill Jules, who the hell is that guy?”
I paused, trying to figure out what to say. There was no way in hell I’d tell my dad about the escort work I did. I smiled at him, and then spoke.
“I don’t know any guy. What are you talking about?”
“Don’t lie Jules. You stole a car today. Who did you steal it from?” he snapped.
Shit, he wouldn’t give up would he. I then tried to figure out how to approach this.
“Well, I just picked someone at random. Why does it matter?” she asked.
“There’s no way you just picked a random guy in a Bugatti. That’s a car not everyone sees every day. Are you doing…things you shouldn't be doing?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Don’t lie to me Jules,” he said.
“Well I’m not saying. Mom is out of town anyways, so why are you suddenly stepping in and—”
Suddenly, the phone rang. My dad looked at the device, furrowing his brows.
“It’s your mom,” he said.
“She’s out of town though. She’s on a business trip overseas and left me at home,” he said.
Suddenly, my dad answered the phone, and I could hear my mom’s screeching from a mile away.
“John! What the hell is going on? Where’s Julianna?” she barked.
“She’s with me. But, is she supposed to be living alone?” he asked.
“No! she’s supposed to be living with Cindy while I’m out of town. Now what is this about Jules being arrested? I got a new SIM card just as I got the call from the officer. What the hell is going on?” she asked.
Fuck. Now mom was freaking out. And when mom freaked out, I knew I was in deep shit.
“Hold on Alice, take a deep breath. I’ll fill you in on it,” my dad said.
“Thank you, John. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m trying to get home as soon as possible so we can be a family and—”
“Alice, calm down. Let’s talk this out,” he said.
He put his phone over the speaker for a moment, glaring at Alice.
“You stay here. I’m going to talk to your mother,” he said.
As he left, I quickly grabbed my phone. I opened up the text chat with one of the girls who hooked me up with the guys I escorted. I starred at it for a moment figuring out to say and after a moment, I began furiously texting my words.
Hey, so the cops got me. Met that Drew guy. He let me take his car, and well…he tried to report me to
