What if Deputy Parrish was Camden Lahey?

by DeputyParrish

What if Deputy Parrish was actually Camden? What if Camden didn't remember who he was? What if his little brother thought he was dead and therefore didn't think the young man who looked like his brother who had left six years ago could possibly the same person? ((First story, please be nice!))

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Sheriff Stilinski looked over at the young Deputy sitting at the front desk. He looked down at the file he held in one hand and the yearbook in the other.

He was almost sure. But first, he had to ask Parrish himself.

"Parrish, you doing anything critically important right now?"

Parrish looked up from his work. "I guess not."

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about what happened to you?"

"Do you think you might know something?"

Sheriff didn't want to get the kid's hopes up on the off chance he could be wrong. "Maybe. That's why I need to ask you."

"Okay, shoot." Cam leaned forward, trying not to show how anxious he was.

"When do you remember waking up?"

"Three years ago, January 4th."

"How old were you?"

"Twenty one."

"Do you remember your exact birthday?"

Cam shook his head. "The Doctors said they thought I was barely twenty one when they treated me."

"You were very young."

Cam shrugged. "I remember wanting to leave here as soon as I could. I think I was still a kid when I left, I don't know for sure though."

The Sheriff nodded. Everything Parrish was saying matched up.

"What else do you remember about living here?"

Cam took a deep breath in and shook his head. "Not much. Uh, swimming. I think I liked swimming, I'm pretty good at it now, so that's not surprising."

"Do you remember anything about your family?"

Cam winced. "Ahhh…maybe. Probably not. I think…I think it was small. I don't- I don't think it was very happy." Those last words came out painfully. He couldn't remember much, but he was sure he didn't have a great relationship with his parents.

No. Not his parents. His Dad. He hated his Dad. But he couldn't remember why.

Stilinski was nodding along like he understood.

"I remember having a Dad."

Stilinski's head jerked up. "Your Dad?"

"Yeah. Why, does that mean something? Do you know who I am?" Cam tried to stop his voice from shaking.

"I think I might. Just, give me a second." Stilinski walked back into his office and closed the door.

Cam sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. His thoughts were a mess of memories. He closed his eyes and tried to immerse himself in them.