Tori's POV

After being at the store for twenty minutes, three cops (two guys and one lady) walked up to me and the man. They all smiled at us. "Hello," said one of the guys. "How are you both today?"

"We're fine," said the man and put his hand on my shoulder. "May we help you?"

"We'd like to ask you two a few questions…privately." he said. "Is that okay?"

"Uh…" he said nervously and tightened his grip on my shoulder. It took everything I had to get out of his grip.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." said the cop and he pulled me aside. The other two cops pulled the man aside. Once we were out of hearing distance, he started talking to me. "Hello, ma'am,"

I slightly smiled and crossed my arms. "Hi,"

"Do you mind telling me your full name?" As he asked this, he pulled out a notepad and pen.

"Ally Larson," I said quickly.

"How old are you?"

I gulped. "Twenty,"

"Twenty?" he asked. I nodded. "No offense, but…you look more like eighteen."

I sighed shakily. My internal voices were now fighting hardcore with each other. "Well…I'm not. I'm twenty."

"Okay," He wrote a few things down. "Do you live around here?"

"No," I said. I quickly thought of a place close by. "I'm from Anaheim, California."

"Which part of Anaheim?"

"Just…a part of it," I said quickly. I mentally slapped myself. That sounded so stupid, but I didn't know what else to say.

"Is that your dad?" he asked pointing to the man.

"Yes," I told him. I knew that what I was about to say was gonna kill me. "He's…he's a good dad."

"What's your dad's name?"

Crap. "Uh…" It took another few seconds to think of a name. "Danny Larson,"

"How old is he?"

I bit my lip. I hated all these questions. "Forty," I honestly had no idea how old he was. I didn't know a thing about him except for the fact that he kidnapped me.

"So…if he's forty and you're twenty…I'm guessing he was twenty when you were born?" What was the freaking point of that question?

I wanted to scream out to him to go away. "Uh…yeah, I guess so."

"Where's your mom?"

"Not here,"

He very slightly smiled. "Well, where is she?"

"She's dead." I said quickly.

"How did she die?"

I gulped. "She, um…well…it was a car accident…two years ago."

"Did she and your dad get along well?"

"Yeah, they get along fine." I said.

"But I thought you said your mom was dead…" he said slowly.

"She is," I told him. "I meant that they used to get along fine."

The next hour was torture. The police officer continued to drill me with question after question. Each question went along with the one before, so they were all related in some way. By the time the question and answers were finished, I had given him enough information about my fake made-up life that he could have written a biography about me. The thing was that none of it was true. Every word that came out of my mouth was a lie.

"So I've just got a few more questions," he said and put his notepad in his back pocket. He'd been scribbling on it for the past hour. "Why is it that with every question I asked you had to think about it?"

I shrugged. "Slow reflexes, I guess,"

He smiled and shook his head. "I don't think so."

"What do you mean?" I asked shakily.

"I don't think anything you just told me is true." he said. "I have a very big suspicion that your name is actually Tori Vega and not Ally Larson."

My heart started pounding extra hard. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one thing…you look a lot like Tori Vega." he told me.

"She has brown hair though." I said quickly.

He smiled. I think he knew I was wearing a wig. "And she also has high cheekbones…which are exactly what you have."

"It's not that rare to have high cheekbones." I said.

"No, but…it's a very interesting quality." he said. He cleared his throat and turned to make sure the two other cops and the man weren't listening to us and they weren't. He turned back to me. "What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid." I said. This was my one millionth lie of the day.

"I can see you shaking." he said softly.

I sighed heavily. I had the strongest urge to cry. "I'm…I'm just cold."

"Mhmm," he said, not convinced. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I've known your real dad for a long time."

"My dad's over there." I said quickly. I only knew a few of the cops my dad worked with. There were so many that it was hard to know every single one of them. But I didn't doubt that he really did know my dad.

"No, he's not." he said gently. "That's not your dad, is it?"

I bit my lip. "I just…can you please go away? I'm sorry, but…I don't…it's just…"

He stopped my stuttering by holding up his hand. "Listen…Tori," I stiffened. "I know how scared you must be right now. I just want you to know that I can help you. I can get you away from that man over there, but I can't do that unless you tell me that you're Tori Vega. Don't you wanna go home?"

"I want you to go away." I said.

He sighed. "You're just not gonna crack, are you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell me this, Tori…" I gulped. "Are you afraid to tell me that that's your real name? Do you think that that man over there will hurt you if you reveal your true identity to me?"

I sighed shakily. I had a massive headache…stupid voices in my head. "You don't know what he's capable of." I said quietly.

"That's true, but I also know that if you decide to tell me who you are, you'll get away from that man and be with your family real soon. And I also want you to know that you can always trust a police officer. We only want to help you." I bit my lip. "And you know…for the past six months…a lot of people have been out there looking for you…and missing you."

I came extremely close to bursting into tears right there. I didn't know what else to say besides, "You sure about that?"

"I'm positive." He pulled a piece of paper out of his inside shirt pocket. He unfolded it and showed it to me. It was a missing flyer of me with four different pictures on it. I'm smiling widely in all the pictures and in one of them, my mouth is wide open. I looked so happy. "I'm also positive that the girl in these pictures…is you. Am I right?"

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I let out a soft sob and then reached up very slowly and put my hand on the side of my sunglasses. I hesitantly pulled them off of my face. I nodded and said, "You're right."

He smiled. "You're safe now, Tori, and believe me when I say that you did the right thing by telling me who you are. That man can't hurt you anymore."

I sighed heavily and turned around. The man was still getting drilled with questions. "Please…" I said as I turned back to the cop. "Don't…just don't…let him get away. He's capable of…so many things."

The cop gave me a sympathetic look. "I know. He won't be able to get away. Alright?"

I nodded and looked at the ground. "I want my mom and dad." I said shakily.

"I know," he said. "If you'll just come with me, we'll go to the police station and you'll get to see your family real soon…okay?"

I nodded and he led me away and out of the store. Just as we walked out, I turned and looked at the man. He was getting put in handcuffs. Seeing that image made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Who's ready to see the reunion with her dad? Her mom? Trina? The rest of her family?

Or with Andre? :)