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Makeup Hides It - Chapter 10

Not too much happens with Jim in this chapter, but how many boys can Hanna stack on top of each other. She seems to be a magnet but to the right ones?
He is kissing my mouth. This was the best thing I could think of. I mean how many of you average girls wouldn't want the best guy kissing you in your bed late at night when nobody is at home, helping you forget all the messed up things of the day and the past. Making you feel like the most wanted girl ever like he didn't need anyone else. He made me feel beautiful, dressed in my crappy outfit.

"So, do you still like me?" He asked.

"Maybe a little too much." I said.

"Aw, well that stinks I mean what are you gonna do with a great guy like me?"

I laughed and punched him in the arm, we laid around and talked for a while before he finally got up and said, "I gotta go, but I'll call you."

And so days passed and I talked to Elliot a little and I talked to Evan, Jenni and Kaleb and finally things were getting worked out. I was sitting on the kitchen table, and Evan sat across from me and Jenni at the sink spilling crumbs into the sink.

"I have a question, I didn't want to bring it up right when it happened because I thought it was kind of weird and it was right when Kaleb went into the hospital."

Jenni nodded and Evan swallowed his water and said, "Hanna, that was almost a week ago."

"I know I was just figuring out what to say."

Evan opened his mouth to speak but Jenni butted in, speaking with a mouth full of brownie, "Let her talk! It must be important."

I smiled and then said, "So after I got out of the police department, I was sitting around and I got a call. At first I thought it was from one of the cops who had given me his number and said to call if anything else comes up, but it wasn't, it was... umm... Dad called me."

They both sat there staring at me, I looked from one to another and back again. Then Evan said "How did 'dad' get your number?"

"I don't know, but that's not it, I answered it and well he said he knew Jim, but not by the name Jim. He said his name was Ian and before I told him that his name was Jim, he said that he wasn't the nicest person ever and that he had a lot against him."

"Wait." Jenni said, throwing away her napkin and walking over to me, she rested her palms on the table and placed her weight on them. "So you are telling me that Jim isn't really Jim and that his name is Ian and that somehow our father knows him?"

I nodded and Evan said, "Guys, he just wants us to believe him, he wants to make sure we hate Jim more than we hate him."

"That's what I said before hanging up, but I didn't know if I should contact the police or if I should just hold it in until I can use it for good."

Jenni looked at me and then said, "What about that cop who gave you his number, why don't you see if he is off duty because then we can talk to him off the charts."

I nodded and walked upstairs. I could hear Evan and Jenni contemplating the things I had just told them, but I hadn't even contemplated them yet.

I dialed the officer's (Nick) number. It rang twice before he answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Nick it's Hanna from the other day."

"Oh Hanna, what's going on?" He asked.

"I was just wondering if you were working or if you could come over and talk to me, my brother and sister for a little bit, unprofessional of course."

He covered the speaker and said something to someone, and then uncovered it coming back to speak to me laughing, "Yeah, Hanna I can make it over in about twenty minutes if you tell me the address."

I told him the address and everything he needed to know and then waited. I could hear the TV on downstairs but I decided to stay in my room. I closed my eyes and just thought about all the crazy things going on.

"Hanna!" Jenni screamed.

"Coming!" I yelled back getting out of bed and walking downstairs, Nick stood in the hallway dressed in a gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Hey." He said, "How are you?"

"I'm okay, how are you?"

"Eh, I'm okay too. What can I help you guys with?"

I hesitated and then looked at Jenni and Evan who looked at each other and walked away. I looked back at him and then said, "You wanna come out back?"

We walked out to the back patio, the stone was old and not taken care of anymore, there were cracks on some parts and grass was growing through them. I pulled out a chair for Nick to sit in along with one for me, they were white plastic chairs that my mom bought after 'putting away' the nice glass table and metal chairs we had... out here while her and my dad were still together. The pool was covered for the fall season and the hedges needed to be trimmed. I used to love having people over my house, and now I was embarrassed. I couldn't tell if it was just because I never noticed these things or if it was because they used to get done. The old swing set was rotting and the swing was hanging only by one chain. You could see the neighbor's backyard neatly trimmed and manicured from where we were sitting.

"It used to be nice." I said.

He looked at me and said, "What?"

"The house, the yard, the pool, the trees, my family and everything."

He nodded and then said, "Everything used to be nice, when you are a kid everything seems nice although it may not be your innocence is carried through to only see the good in people."

I nodded and said, "I guess."

"I used to think everything was perfect too, I mean not perfect but as good as it could turn out for me, by the time I was in tenth grade I kind of figured out, I wasn't going to get a job or ever be anything successful."

"But look at you." I said.

"But if you knew me, if you knew who I used to be, then you would have agreed. Do you have that one person in your grade you know comes from nothing, that has nothing; so therefore decides to be a nothing, well that was me. I hated the people who had this." He said gesturing at our yard. "I hated people who got good grades, I hated my family, my siblings and everyone. But you can't go through life saying it can and has been better than this, you have to think I can make it better." I took it all in for a second and said, "Wow, very inspirational."

He laughed and said, "Well thank you, anyway what did you want to talk about!"

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his feet, and then his arms and he looked at me. "I don't want to be interrogated or want any of this on record, I just want to pick apart an officer's mind to see what's best."

He smiled and then sat up unfolding his arms and leaning on his knees. "Okay, I can do that."

I told him everything about my dad and how he called and what he said and Nick looked at me quizzically and said, "Well off the charts I was having a hard time looking up for the name Jim had given me, it was coming up with a deceased older man in his eighties and a man now in jail for a crime done years ago, close to Jim's age but not exactly."

I looked at him, I told him how I didn't know if I should believe my dad and he looked at me and didn't say anything for a while, then moved his chair closer to me and said, "Would you mind me getting a hold of your dad, not on a personal level on business, could I call him in and ask him questions relating to this?" I nodded. I didn't see a problem with this, but was I mistaken.

We finished off the conversation and when I walked back inside, Jenni and Evan left a note saying they were going to meet some old friends and that they would talk to me about the 'situation' later.

I looked at Nick and he said, "You know Hanna, you are one lucky girl."

"I know I am, things are just twisted right now."

"I know how it feels." He looked around like he'd never seen anything like it and usually the cops didn't come to nice homes like this, unless there was an underage party and that rarely happened because people in homes like this cared too much about their neighbors to ever rat anyone out.

"So how old are you again?" He asked.

I hesitated before saying seventeen.

He nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm twenty-one, you're dating anyone?"

I looked at him skeptically, but he wouldn't meet my eye contact. "Things are well complicated."

"So, I'm gonna take that as a no to please myself."

I crossed my arms and leaned against the kitchen counter. "What about you?" I asked.

"Me, nope I'm a single man."

I nodded but didn't question further and then he said, "Well, I'm gonna hit the road but hey call me for anything, I would be glad to stop by to hangout or something."

I nodded and led him out where we said goodbye and I tried to keep a nonchalant look on my face, but what the hell just happened. Was he hitting on me, well no duh, he was but why. It was creepy and if anyone found out he wouldn't be doing our case anymore and I could say that for sure.

I closed the door all the way and turned around only to scream and probably pee my pants.

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Published: 10/5/2012
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