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.Chapter.1.

Jess was reading in his recliner chair when the phone rang. Rory was out so he knew that meant he had to put down his book to answer it. It kept ringing annoyingly as he held his finger up to the phone as if to tell it one more second. He finally finished the sentence and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dad?"

"Kris. What's up?"

"Nothing, I um. I need you to come pick me up."

"Yeah sure where are you?"

"New Haven Police Station."

He sighed and leaned back in the chair. "God, Kristine."

She waited for him to process. Saying as little as possible would be best.

"Do you need bail?"

"No, just a ride."

"Right. Bye."

"Bye."

He tried to focus on the lyrics to the Distillers song that was playing through the speakers of his car, but he couldn't help worrying. What had it been this time? It had never been so bad that she had gotten arrested. Usually just detention, a couple suspensions, town meeting lectures from Taylor. Never this. She was eighteen! That's what made him nervous. She had most certainly gotten this side of her from him, but he was forty now and hopefully she would move past it like he did. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Kris was in a cell. A real cell. She was by herself and it was only until her dad got here but still, a cell. She slid down the concrete wall and sat on the floor. She was wearing torn jeans and a dark gray hoodie. Her black Chuck Taylors were old and worn. Her hair fell forward as she looked down. Kris had always had a lighter brown hair than both her parents and no one new why. Jess said it was from his side of the family. Her dark eyeliner was smudged from wiping her eyes but her blue eyes were as bright as ever.

It was stupid really. The whole thing was stupid. Society did not understand the freedom that she had needed. That everyone needed. She remembered having a principal in elementary school for a year that changed all the rules. They couldn't throw a tennis ball against the giant brick wall on the playground, couldn't climb up the slide in case of a small collision, couldn't even eat real hot dogs. Turkey dogs. Who ever heard of a turkey dog? Stupid rules in society had brought the world to turkey dogs.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of the gates being opened. She looked up to see an officer with keys and her father standing behind him. His hair was slightly graying but he looked the same as in pictures she had seen of him and her mom when they were younger.

They rode home in silence. He stopped the engine once they got to their house. Silence was always what the two had in common, amongst many others, but silence was big on the list. Once he realized she wasn't going to talk, he opened his door. Before he could get out she told him, "I'm gonna go for a walk, if that's okay."

"Yeah that's fine."

He waited a good forty-five minutes before going to find her. He started walking down the bridge and her head shot up.

"Am I really that scary?"

"Sorry, I just didn't know who it was."

"It's always me."

"I know." He handed her a cup of coffee. "Oh god. You have no idea how much I need this."

"Figured."

They just stood looking out on the water, thinking. Jess decided he had to play the Dad Card.

"So. Are you gonna tell me or should I just push you in the water now."

"Am I that frustrating?"

"Don't change the subject. And yes."

"It's so stupid."

"I figured."

"I mean I don't even know why they would-"

"Just tell me you weren't with him."

She took a deep breath. "I was with Bryan."

"Of course you were."

"But Dad he had nothing to do with it."

He laughed. "Of course he didn't."

"Stop. Just because I'm dating him doesn't mean you have to hate him."

"That's not why I hate him."

"Sure."

"I just…He doesn't seem like a good guy."

"Mom said it was because you don't want me with someone that is what you were like. When you dated Mom."

"Why would she say…Okay we are getting off topic. Tell me what happened."

"I was in New Haven with Bryan and Allie and Patrick and Steve and John."

"So everyone that likes you."

"Ha ha. So we were just walking around after the concert we went to. And we walked past this old sports store that John said his brother used to work at and we were bored so we kind of…broke in."

"Were you drinking?"

"No…well maybe a little but not me. I think Patrick and Allie were but earlier not before we went in there. So we went in and were just riding bikes around the aisles and throwing footballs and then the cops came."

"Did an alarm go off?"

"The store was so old it didn't have one. Someone complained about the noise or something and then there we were."

"I can't believe you were that dumb."

"Me neither."

"You know…you have to tell her."

She sighed. "Oprah?"

"No…"

"Because you know how much she loves to cover these types of things with-"

"Your mom."

"How bout you tell her?"

"Yeah not happening. Why aren't you talking again?"

"No reason."

"There must be a reason. There always is but there have been so many that I forget what fight you guys are on."

"Funny, funny guy."

"She went to a movie night so she won't be home for an hour or so. So what is it that you fought about."

"Bryan."

"That's usually our job."

"Yeah well I made a mistake about telling her something and now it's worse than usual."

"What'd you tell her?"

"That I slept with Bryan."

"Aw jeez."

"Hey you asked!"

"But I didn't think you'd get all "7th Heaven" and tell me all about your life!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine."

"If you say so."

"You still need to tell her."

"How would she know if no one tells her?"

"Because if you don't tell her then I will tell her something about you."

Her eyes got worried. "You wouldn't."

"Yes I think I would."

"Dad! You promised!"

"But when you get arrested, I get to break the rules."

"I can't believe this."

"Hey, you're the one who got the tattoo."

"But I never even told you about it!"

"But I saw it."
"Only because I didn't know you were home."

"You walked into the house with your bathing suit on and it's right on your back! I was just an innocent bystander."

"A bystander who uses this information as a constant source of black mail."

"It's not my fault that your mom said no. I didn't care."

"But it's the band's symbol and everyone was getting them so I couldn't not."

"Again, I'm not the one who said no."
"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They looked out at the water.

"So did they bring you in a cop car?"

"Yup."

"All of you?"

"Yup."

"With the siren on?"

"No."

"Bummer."

"Total bummer."

They stayed silent again.