I hated cops. I couldn't stand cops. I never could. They hated my dad. Thought he was a trouble maker because of the radio station. My mom dated a cop once. That cop put my dad in jail when I was five years old. Its safe to say, the Goldsworthy's don't do well around cops.

I sat in the room, waiting to go into booking. If my dad didn't bail me out soon id go to Juvie by the end of the night. Where were they?

Mr. Edwards sat across from me. His face was pretty busted and he looked like he had been repeatedly punched by a boxer. Damn I have a good arm! A cop came over to me and took me over to a little office like area to explain my side of the story, while another took Mr. Edwards.

"Goldsworthy." The cop said. "What brings you here?"

"I..created a public disturbance.." I looked down.

"Oh? And why?"

"He. Hit. Clare." I mumbled.

"What?"

"He hit Clare!" I screamed. "He hit her! His own daughter! He deserved every punch!"

"Calm down sir." the cop said slowly. I slumped back in my seat rather angrily. See why I hate cops? There pricks! I mean...really? "Now we understand you have a history of violence..." I looked at him like he was an insane man.

"I do not! I've never even been here before man!"

"But you have a dead ex-girlfriend, no?" my eyes widened.

"Y-yes...but...she..I...never hit her...I never hurt her at all..."

"What happened the night she died?"

"That case is closed!" I screamed. "You have no right bringing it up! I didn't kill her!" tears were threatening to spill now.

"I'm just trying to figure things our sir. Please calm down."

"Your calling me a murderer! I came in here for a public disturbance case. Not a fucking homicide! I've dealt with the Julia case! Okay? I didn't do it she got hit by a car! She took off. Not me. I didn't make her. I didn't say anything to make her. Its not my fault!"

There was a knock at the door and we were soon joined by my dad. He looked very confused as he looked around the room.

"What's going on?" my dad asked.

"He...brought up...Julia..." I said quietly.

"That has nothing to do with what he came in here for sir." my dad was mad now.

"Oh I know Bull Frog. But, he has a history of violence."

"No he doesn't. He posted bail." my dad pulled me up by my arm. "Lets go home Eli." I followed him out to the car. The ride home was silent. Neither of us had a word to say.

When we got to the door, he seemed hesitant to open it. We went in and the house was eerily quiet. What was going on?

"Dad?" I asked.

"Eli." he said, walking by me and into the living room. I followed confused. I saw Clare and my mom sitting in the living room.

"I'm so confused right now man.." I sat next to Clare. I looked around the room, wondering why everyone was being quiet.

"I'm going to move in..if its okay with you.." Clare said slowly. "It was your moms idea.."

"You can." I nodded. "It would be great. Mom where's she gonna..."

"Your room." my mom answered. I looked at her, she was red as ever.

"Cool. I can take the couch."

"You don't have to Eli...we can sleep together..." I looked at her like she was crazy. "Or, uh if you don't want to, we don't have to do that either. I mean I...uh...id understand." I shook my head then, not wanting her to feel like she had done anything wrong.

"No it's okay. As long as you don't mind that is." she smiled brightly and we made our way to my bedroom.