It's been almost a week and everything has been normal. My friends we're worried as well.
Apparently fliers were taped to poles but within six hours we managed to get all of them down.
Well today my mom is being extra nice to me by taking me shopping at the mall.
I'm shopping for Nike's and maybe Adidas. I forgot my phone at Zayn's house, I so happy to leave I left it there along with my book bag.
My mom is in Victoria Secret smelling perfumes. As I walk into the store, I accidentally bump into someone.
"I'm so sorry I didn't s-" I cut myself short as I saw who the familiar person was.
"Zayn? What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I'm here getting shoes," he says.
"Oh, right."
"Walk with me," he says.
"No, I cant."
"Anyone else with you?"
"My mom is at Victoria Secret right now."
"Just come on," he says lightly grabbing my hand pulling me towards the colorful shoes.
"I miss you," I admit to him.
"I miss you too Eva," he says. He continues "Oh and I you forgot your phone," he says, pulling it out of his pocket.
"Thanks." I continue "I guess we can't see each other anymore," I say, sliding my phone into my pocket.
"Probably not. Unless you walk to my house with permission," he says.
"We'll see," I say with a toothy smile.
"Alright," he says.
The rest of the time in the store we talk about which shoes are nice and what shoe size we are. I'm a eight and he's a ten.
"I have to go. My mom's probably waiting for me," I say after I pay for the shoes.
"Alright," he says.
I walk out and went to find my mom in VS (Victoria Secret)
"Mom."
"Hey honey. Look who I just happened to run into," she says.
I look at the guy behind my mom.
My dad.
Okay remember the plan. If he says anything about me being kidnapped just call him crazy and shrug it off.
"How's my girl?" He tries to hug me but I turn away from him.
"Can I speak with you. In private?" I say.
He walk out of 'S and into a different store.
"How could you? Not give Zayn his money? He could've killed me!" I whisper yell.
"But your alive. And Zayn doesn't deserve the money and plus with the money I have we can travel to a different country together."
Is he serious?
"Hell no! Are you crazy? All the money that belongs to Zayn has gotten you messed up."
"Watch your mouth with-" I cut him off.
"No, you watch your back. Your not taking me or my mother with a crazy no good dad who hasn't even called once for over two years!" I say raising my voice.
"I'm sorry-" I cut him off again.
"No! He was using that money for college you selfish bastard!" I finally scream.
"Lower you voice with me. I am your father!" He yells.
"My father doesn't disappear and come back to raise his wife and daughter to be a coward like you!"
He slaps me in the face. I go silent. I can't believe he just did that. I'm gonna preach today.
"Don't get mad because the truth hurts," I say and walk out.
"Mom, let's go."
"Honey, why. Where's your father?"
"He's not my father," I mumble.
"Honey, we're moving with your father."
"No. Mom. I'll explain it when we get in the car," I say.
Once we get in the car I tell her about it "Dad is a coward, mom. He stole someone's money and he knows that dad has his money. He wants us to go to a different country so the guy he owes money to doesn't find him," I say.
"Your father is not a thief, honey."
"Mom! What other reason would he come back after over two years for?!"
"Oh, wow. How much money are we talking about?"
"Over a million dollars," I say.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. I thought we would have a happily ever after story but no."
"He doesn't have the balls to just be the hero and give the money back to him," I say.
"Okay who is he? The guy your father owes money to?"
"His name is Zayn," I confess.
"Oh, I can't believe I'm saying this but we have to do something about this."
"Like what? Steal the money from him?"
"Guess so," she says.
"You can distract him while I sneak and get the money," I smile knowing the plan will work.
"Yeah, okay. It's a plan."
"But mom, we have to get him to our house," I say.
"I have his number. I'll call him right now."
"It's dialing."
Seconds later he's on the phone.
Mom: hey honey how about your come to my house.
Dad: oh um uh sure
Mom: okay oh and our daughter wants to leave to the country. She's sorry and she doesn't want to fight.
Dad: alright bye
She hangs up "Mom, why'd you say that?
"I lied just play nice until the police arrive when we catch him."
"Oh. Smart thinking mom," I say impressed.
"Yep," she winks.
We drive home and hours later dad arrives.
"Hey money. I mean honey," mom says to dad.
"Hey, what's up?" dad says to mom.
I'm not in the house. I'm outside in the backyard. Mom left my room window open a little so I could sneak and get the money. My phone buzzes and I see that Zayn put his number in my phone to text me. It read, hey. I ignore it. I slowly, quietly get the window open and tip toe to the living room to see my mom distracting my dad.
I hide behind a wall and hear "You can put your things right there," my mom tell my dad.
They're making out. Gross.
I extend my arm to reach the duffle bag my dad had brought in and slide it over to the wall I was hiding behind. I look inside the bag to see tons of stacks of money. I tip toe back to my room to call the cops.
I whisper to them my address and tell them we have a thief in our house. To make it seem like he stole it from us so I can give it back to Zayn.
Five minutes later "Freeze! Put your hands in the air!" The cops open the door which was unlocked.
"Who in here is James Connerson?" The cops ask.
Then I jump out and point to dad.
They handcuff him and my dad looks at both of us with anger "You two set me up?"
"Yep," I tell him.
"Your a terrible father," my mom tells him.
They take him away and put him in the cop car.
"Where's the money?" The cops ask.
I pull the duffle bag out and open it.
"Alright well have a good evening, you two," the cops say kindly.
"Mom, drive me there?" I ask her.
"Of course honey," she says knowing I mean to Zayn's house to return the money.
Ten minutes of driving and we finally arrive at his house.
I run to his doorstep and knock on his door.
Soon he opens the door "Eva, what are you doing here?"
I hand the duffle bag to him "Open it," I say.
He opens the bag and sees it "Eva. This is all the money."
"Yep," I say.
"Thank you so much. How'd you get it and your father-" I cut him off.
"Shh. My father is going to jail and it wasn't all me who got it for you, me and my mom had a plan."
"Tell your mom I said thank you very much," he says.
"I will," I say with a toothy smile.
I hug him and he hugs me back. I feel his warm embrace and I don't want to let go but painfully, I do.
I let go and smile once again then go back home.
I lay on my couch once we're home and think to myself, what a good day it is.
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