Forbidden

Chapter seven

After a restless night now I had a free Sunday and nothing to do, I was lazying around still overthinking about yesterday until I decided to go shooting to clear my thoughts.

My father's office wasn't that far away so I went to visit him.

....

When I enter the police department all of the handsome officers were looking at me. I felt awkward as I was beibg watched at, unwelcomed, until one of them came to me. Blond messy hair, very clear blue eyes.

"What do you want here?" he asked smiling down at me. "Are you looking for anyone in particular?" he furrowed his eyebrows. He's in a police uniform, belt with guns, and is a typical policeman.

"Actually I'm looking for my father." I lowly say shifting from one leg to another.

He's less tense now, face softening as he's gazing at my face with interest, "Okay. But you have to announce yourself earlier and- "

"That's not necessary." My father's firm voice said walking to me."Hey,  sweetie." his tone changing almost immediately, turning softer as he's kissing my forehead.

"Hey, dad." I softly reply.

The officer was surprised when he nervously watched us interact.

"Now, go back to work John I can take care of my daughter." my father ordered him, he nodded back but still stares at me for a while. "What do I own the pleasure of your visit?" dad teased me, then led me away from the working officers glaring at them until they looked away. I giggled a bit awkward.

"I missed you... Why are you scaring them like that dad?" I ask nudging him.

"They should know their place and I don't want them to think they can start anything with you." he retorted.

"But just the other day you said I should find someone." I quietly remind him.

He has a distasteful frown covering his features, "Yes but not someone from the men that work for me." he replied lastly, making me laugh lightly at his weak excuse.

As we're walking nonchalantly around, "Let's go shoot." I exclaimed in a happy tone.

...

We went to the shooting room, he quickly made everything set by pulling out the guns, handing me a magazine full of bullets.

From then on we become silent, putting on the necessary equipment to not harm ourselves, then start firing away.

I was a good aimer and rarely didn't hit the target.

"You're getting better and better Liv." my dad exclaimed proudly when I was done, taking another magazine with bullets, jutting it inside the handle then cocked the gun again.

"I had a good teacher." I replied, expanding my arm forwards. "And it's a stress reliever." I mumble, clicking the gun so a loud thud-band emitted in the air, I got the head of the target now.

"What does an eighteen year old have to stress about?" he scoffed, ignoring his gun for a while. Of course he wouldn't understand. I'm still a kid in his eyes, even if I can handle a gun.

"A lot." I reply firmly. He laughed, teasing me more about being young.

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Later that day I watch my father work while sipping coffee in his office and he let's me look through his files when I'm not even allowed.

I nearly choked on my coffee when I saw a few photos of Liam and Harry even Zayn.

"Dad.." I whisper.