Date: July 10, 2009.
Once again, even in my new room, I was woken up by Bill. Only this time, he didn't actually wake me. I strirred out of sleep when he placed my phone back on the nightstand beside me.
"Why did you have my phone?" I asked with my eyes still half shut. Bill sat down on my bed and took my arm, the one with the scars.
"Your Dad called. He's with Detective Gunstiger right now.." He traced my scars. I was fully awake now and watched his face as he followed his fingers with his eyes. "Why did you do this?" He asked, changing the subject quickly.
I sat up and pulled my arm away, shrugging as I grabbed my blue shorts and black tanktop with lace trim. I went to the bathroom and changed. I heard Bill follow me and sigh when he got outside the bathroom door. "Why won't you tell me?"
"Because it's nothing." I told him over the water I was splashing over my face. I shut the water off, dried my face and opened the door. "It's nothing and you don't have to concern youself with it. I don't do it anymore anyway."
"I try to concern myself with anything that hurts you." He said that like a big brother.
I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. We should go. You said my dad was there, so lets go."
Gustav came with us. We had asked Georg too but he had something to do (Probably thinking of more ways to hide from Michelle), so it was just the four of us. Bill wasn't talking to me and Tom was yelling at Andreas over the phone while he was driving, which left Gustav to comfort me. I could admit I was nervous about seeing my dad. Hello! I was about to walk in surrounded by three guys, Dad was going to have a fit.
We walked in and an officer led us into a bigger room than the one before. Dad was in there with Jean and Alyssa. Here's how the looks went and from who: Dad and Alyssa both stared at Gustav, but for two totally different reasons-one hate and one a look of ooh-hes-cute -and Jean glared at me mostly because she hated when I went against Dad or her's rule.
Dad still didn't look away from where Gustav had his arm around me. Dad didn't get that it was protectively, not because we were a couple. The guys' took the other couch in the room that wasn't occupied by the three stooges and I took the chair next to it.
"So you're not even going to talk to me now?" Dad asked angrily.
"Nope. Because I know why you're here." I told him with a pointed look. "And Detective Gunstiger already said I could stay here."
"Personnally, I don't think that man knows squat." Dad said. I looked up to see Detective Gunstiger standing in the doorway. He winked-not in a creepy way either- at me because Dad didn't even know he was standing there. The wink had he-just-lost-the-chance-to-get-you written all over it.
The Detective closed the door quietly then opened it again, walking in with a big fake grin on his face. Well there's another name dad can add to the extrordanary long list of people he's pissed off. "Hello Irene, how're you feeling today?"
"Better, thank you." I answered.
"So Detective," Dad started without any hellos or names, "why do you think it's okay for my daughter to stay here with people she doesn't even know?"
"Well ," Dad's name probably gotten from a folder or something" after reading the files, I've determined that the twins' house is the safest place for Irene if she wants to stay here while her Mother is missing." Dad tried to speak but Gunstiger held up a hand. "I've known the twins for a long time and they keep a clean and safe enviorment for anybody."
While that conversation had gone on, I'd looked at Bill and put on my best pout. He'd tried to ignore it at first but then I pretended to feel aweful about this morning (Which I actually kinda did) and he'd sighed, scooched over to make room and I'd ended up between Bill and Tom. Gustav had said to Bill he felt squished without me in there anyway and sat on the arm of the couch. Dad didn't like this new seating arrangment.
"And anyway, I believe that Irene DOES know the twins, as well as Gustav and Georg, from when she was in Germany as a child."
Dad looked confused. "I don't remember a trip here. What are you talking about?"
One thing everyone in the room could agree on was that this put us in an awkward situation. It was quiet for about five minutes then I remembered why Dad didn't know.
"He doesn't know because Mum didn't tell him." I told them. "Mum told him that we were going to Montreal to visit my Mum's side of the family. At first, Montreal was the plan, but then family up there got sick so instead of canceling our vacation altogether, we exchanged our tickets for there to here. Mum had bought the house for a summer home type thing." I shrugged and ended there.
Dad scoffed. "Yeah and I bet there was someone living with you guys that your Mother was screwing."
Bill's eyes almost bugged out of his head as he looked at Gunstiger, saying in German, "Do you really thing that this guy can take care of Irene?" Bill's arm wrapped around me and I scooted closer.
The Detective shook his head and looked at my Dad. "Sir, that was completely innappropiate."
I smiled suddenly. "No he's right, we did have someone living with us," Bill knew where this was going, "But I happen to know she wasn't screwing them, daddy dearest."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because it was a woman, and Mom's not a lesbian." I rolled my eyes and put my head on Bill's shoulder.
Dad glared as Detective Gunstiger spoke again. "Listen , Germany's laws are different than Canada's. If Irene wants to stay in Germany, she can. Besides, you should be happy. I could've placed her in a hotel room by herself." The guys and I all knew that he actually wasn't allowed to do that, he was just making a point.
"But these guys are only young people themselves, what do they know about taking care of a child?" Dad wouldn't let it go, even though it's painfully clear that we won.
Tom decided he would speak up. "Sir, Bill and I have been taking care of ourselves for years now because our Mother couldn't go on tour with us and-"
"And thats another thing, what if you have to go somewhere for something like a concert? What are you going to do then?" Dad was now adressing Tom like he was a child, which at times, Tom could be.
"Well we don't have a tour until Febuary, so anything we will have to do will be short, close-to-home things." Tom shrugged.
Dad was beaten, not in the physical sense, but mentally he was sunk. He knew that he wasn't going to win this fight. "Fine" He muttered through gritted teeth. Gunstiger left to get the papers Dad had to sign. Dad got up and followed him.
Alyssa hadn't stopped staring at Gustav and Jean just scowled at me. "Hope you're happy. You always get everything you want."
"Damn straight." I smiled. "As long as it means I don't have to live under you're stupid rules and critisizing, I'm fine."
Detective returned and said that I could leave. I bounced up and out the door, Bill and Tom in tow. It was only when we got to Tom's Esclade when we noticed Gustav had been stopped just shy of the front doors of the building by Alyssa. All we saw Gustav shake his head and slowly back away.
"Does she have a boyfriend?" He asked me from the front seat when we were all buckled in.
"Yup!"
"Good."