Daddy's Good Girl

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."

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9. 8. This Isn't Law & Order

8. This Isn't Law & Order

"Ame! You've gotta wake up. Your mom is in the way here, like now," Chris said.

I was still half asleep, so I mumbled a little and rolled over. Through my daze, I heard a faint sigh. I cuddled further into the pillow and tried to sleep.

Suddenly I was hit was hit with a blast of cold air. I jerked and sat up.

"What the hell?" I asked. I looked around and saw Christine looking at, rather annoyed.

"Get your butt up! Your mom said she'd be here in ten minutes," she said before leaving the room.

I sighed and slipped out of the bed. I was still in my clothes from last night, which meant my face probably looked f*cked.

I stumbled to the mirror in her bathroom, and my prediction was confirmed. I had the famous raccoon eyes going on, and my lipstick was smeared so badly. I cringed at myself.

I grabbed a wash clothe, a towel, and some soap and took a quick shower. I picked through Chris's clothes and found some sweats & tee shirt that fit. Putting them on, I found some socks and my tennis shoes from yesterday.

I grabbed my crap and put everything I could in my bag, before heading downstairs. I could hear the TV in their living room, where I saw Chase eating a bowl of cereal.

I went to the kitchen where Christine was also eating a bowl of cereal.

"Bout time you got your *ss up," she said.

I rolled my eyes, searching for a bowl. "I was tired."

"So was I, and here I am, just as fine as rain," she said with a smirk.

"Whatever. Not everyone can be like you, Mrs. No Hangover," I said bitterly.

I didn't have a hangover either, but I knew I was a bit dehydrated.

She shrugged triumphantly. "I'm just good like that, babe."

I laughed as I poured cereal into the bowl, as well as milk and began to eat. 

"Hey, what happened to Ry? I thought he was gonna sleep over with us," I said.

"He was here," Christine said through Muffled chews. "When the party was over, I came up, and he was laying beside you. You two looked so cute. I didn't wanna wake you guys but he heard me open the door. I told him not to go, but his face was all red and he kept stuttering. I figured he was drunk like us, or at least tipsy, but he left anyway. Called an Über."

I hummed through my chew. "Maybe we'll see him tomorrow."

The door bell rang.

"Hey Ame! Your mom's here!" Chase yelled from the living room.

I slurped the milk from my cereal and put the bowl in the sink. I grabbed my stuff and said bye to the twins.

~*~

I was in my room when I mom knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" I said.

She opened the door. "Hey sweetie, I just got a call from Detective Diaz."

My heart dropped.

"And...?"

"The court date is on Monday," she began. She sat on my bed next to me. "They want us down at the station to go over your statement."

My face scrunched. "Mom, nothing has changed. It's the same. I don't wanna go there."

"Amelia, you have to. This isn't a discussion."

I let out a loud and exasperated sigh, which caused my mom's eyebrow to raise. "Yes ma'am."

She kissed my forehead and stood. "That's my girl."

She left my room, closing the door behind her.

I laid my head against the headboard and sighed.

"Dammit."

~*~

"Okay, Amelia, I'm gonna ask you just a few more questions, and we'll be done, alright?" Detective Diaz said.

He was gazing at me with dark brown eyes and a hard face. He had his little pad of paper on the table with his hand folded.

He had a plan of some sort, or maybe he just did this too often.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. "Sure."

"How long had you and Mr. Beckett been together?"

My brows furrowed. "Why?"

"We just want more history on the situation. Now, you and Mr. Beckett were together for how long?"

Begrudgingly, I answered, "A year and a half."

"Had he ever hit you while you two were involved?"

"Where is all this coming from?" I asked heatedly.

"Amelia. Just answer the man," my dad said from beside me. His hand on my shoulder, squeezing slightly.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. "No, he never hit me."

I heard the scratching of his pen move across the pad of paper.

Ameeeeeeeeelia!

I jerked my eyes open.

"Amelia?" my dad spoke. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. "You didn't hear that?"

"Hear what, Amelia?" Diaz asked.

"I-It sounded like Josh was calling my name."

The detective's eyes narrowed. "How long have you been hearing voices?"

"I've never heard voices! Not until today!" I yelled. I looked at my dad again. "I told you guys I didn't wanna come here! I want to go home!"

He nodded profusely. "Detective, I think we're done here."

We left the room and made out way out of the station and to the car.

I leaned against the car and let out a shaky breath. My dad's hand pressed firmly on bad and rubbed gentle circles.

"Honey, are you okay? Get in the car," he said softly.

I nodded weakly. I felt like my chest wouldn't move, like something was pressing against it.

My dad unlocked the door, and I quickly opened it and sat down. My skin felt so sticky, and my body was overheating.

Jesus, I just wanted to be home.

"We'll be home soon, sweetie. I promise," the faint words of my dad penetrated my daze.

I closed my eyes and prayed that whatever overcame me would go away and that I would be in my bed soon.

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Well... here's chapter 8. I hope you liked it. This one's a 2 parter, so be looking for part two in the next week maybe.

Don't forget to vote and comment. It really means a lot, and it lets me know if people actually like this and if I need to keep writing this.

Much love,

TJay

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