I Will Follow You

When we got the police station and gave the cheque for a million dollars, we were taken to my dads cell to tell him we were here. Vic didn't say a word to me, which in turn made me feel awkward and confused. The officer leading us to his cell stopped abruptly and turned. "Mr Jones, you're out." He called out, into a cell. He pulled some keys out of his pocket and then unlocked the cell. My dad strolled out, head high and nodded at me.

"Thank you for coming." He told me. I just shrugged and began walking towards the exit. Not a word was said, nothing. Just a sound of our footsteps echoing down the hallway. When we got to Vic's car, we all got in and Vic began to drive us back to San Diego.

"Why were you out here in San Marcos?" I turned to my dad whom was sitting in the back seat.

"I was on the way to LA and I stopped over in San Marcos to get some gas. Turns out there has been a warrant for my arrest for 3 days now and when I used my card at the station the police were alerted and pulled me over." He explained to me. I nodded and turned back to face the road.

"Why am I here?" Vic asked bluntly.

"I need your help." My dad said. Vic looked at me and I just shrugged, he quickly turned his attention back to the road and sighed.

"What with?" He asked with little to no emotion whatsoever.

"Ben's case is being reopened and they're trying to prosecute Scarlett for the murder." He told Vic.

"They wouldn't get away with it though, they know he's been convicted of crimes against her before. It's self defence." Vic retaliated.

"That's what I thought but somehow the records of his arrest are gone and is no proof of Scarlett being missing, since the missing persons report was retracted by Alex." I snapped my head around to look at my dad.

"What?" I looked at him with so much confusion.

"He retracted it and gave the police proof of where you were. There was no reason for them to keep the statement of you being kidnapped. There's no evidence that you were." As my dad explained more and more in detail about how I was basically fucked, I felt myself sink deeper into the chair.

"So what is it you need me to do then?" Vic asked.

"I need you to be her alibi. I showed up and found that she had been kidnapped and he tried to attack Scarlett so I shot him. My print are on the gun." He told us.

"How did your prints get on the gun?" Vic furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"When I came into the room after she was taken out, I picked up the gun and handed it to the police. My prints are on it for sure." He explained.

"So you need me to lie?" Vic confirmed for my dad.

"Do you want Scarlett to be convicted of manslaughter?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Of course not!" Vic raised his voice in frustration. "It's just so complicated, why does it have to be like this?" He shook his head.

"Just say you'll help us." I pleaded with Vic. He looked at me and his eyes softened.

"Of course I will." He mumbled. He put one of his hands on my leg and squeezed it. And in that small gesture I felt at home again.

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We dropped my dad off and went back to the house, it wasn't awkward anymore. We were both just lost in thought thinking about the events and what my dad had told us. "I think you should come on tour with us next week." Vic as he shut off the ignition.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I think it'll be good for you to come with us, see what our life is like and how we get on with it all. I think it might help you move on. Plus we have a tour bus now so you'll have your own bed." He explained to me. I gave him an interesting look, why would he want me on the tour? His girlfriend will be there.

"Is...-" I began to speak but Vic cut me off.

"No, Sarah isn't coming on the tour. That's why we argued the other night." Vic told me.

"I'll think about it." I said as I got out of the car.

"Let me know by tomorrow okay. We leave in 5 days." He nodded at me. I nodded back we walked up the pathway to the house and went inside.

"Oh my God, they're back." I heard Jaime say very loudly from the living room. We walked into it and my heart dropped from my chest to the floor. Patrick was sitting on the couch. It's sad because this is the second time I've seen him in 7 years and my heart is breaking.

"What are you doing here?" I said as the tears began to cascade down my face. He got up and walked over to me, wrapping an arm around my body and hugging me tightly.

"I wanted to come and see you, Mike called me and I wanted to give you some time before I came over. I'm here now though." He said softly. I pulled back and looked up at him.

"Thank you so much, I've missed you." I sobbed. He wiped away the tears and hugged me tightly. "Where's Pete?" I asked. Patrick looked at his feet and sighed.

"We went on hiatus, haven't seen him in about 2 years now." Patrick mumbled. It was heartbreaking to hear but there was nothing I could do.

"I'm so sorry Patrick." I hugged him again, this time even tighter. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tighter.

"It's okay, I'm so glad to see you and see that you're alive. Hearing that you had died, killed a little part of me. " Patrick whispered so only I could hear. I pulled away from him and dragged him upstairs to my room so we could catch up. I looked at Vic for a second and seen a look of jealous flash across his face, well that's awkward.

Notes

Woohoo another update, I'm so sorry for lack of updates but I'm still here