Why I Don't Like You

Chapter 9: Because you can never be sure

Liz' POV

I walked down the road on my way to the police station. Today I was hopefully going to reconize my kidnapper! They said that they have him, but you never know. They also have something to tell me, so I'm curious! Nick left after the funeral and I haven't seen him since that day. While I wondered where he was I kept walking till I reached my destination. 

I opened the big doors and did a step inside. 'Welcome Liz! Scary day, isn't it?' I greeted Paul back and followed him to some room we'd never been before. 'After you have seen them, we have to tell you something. First you are going to see them. You won't see them for real, just pictures in a book. If you reconize them, just tell me and we will keep the guy here for a while!'

I nodded and accepted the book he handed me. It only had a few pages, with several pitctures from grown up men that fitted my description a little. First guy wasn't it, that for sure. His nose was different. Second guy didn't kidnap me either, he was way too... No he just wasn't. Thrird guy looked too normal, fourth had brown hair and the fifth wasn't my kidnapper either. I turned the page and looked at Paul in shock. I closed the book and put it down at te table.

'None of them?' Paul asked.

I shook my head. 'No, too bad.' I took a deep breath, trying not to show how disappointed I was. I really hoped that he was there.

'Liz, we need to talk. Give me the book, and we will take care of it.' I handed Paul the book before he started talking. 'One of those guys... One of them is your father.'

'What!' I got up from my chair and looked at Paul. 'Wich one? Tell me! Now I have seen him without knowing it, I'm curious! Who is that asshole!'

'Liz, we can't tell! The guy chose himself to not see you. He doesn't want you to know.'

'Then why did you tell me that he is one of those guys? It's torture, Paul! Torture!'

'I'm sorry Liz, your mother told me that you needed to know... She actually set me up to do this. She wanted you to know that your father was one of the suspects.' I sat back down in my chair and stared through the window. This sucked... hard. I have seen my father, and I don't even know it?

'Well Liz, the good news is: we have one suspect less.'

'What do you mean?' I looked at Paul, hoping that this slightly good advice would help me cheer up.

'We thought your father was the kidnapper, he apparently isn't. If he was, you would have reconized him.'

'Why would you suspect my father?  He leaves me and then kidnaps me?'

'Exactly, perhaps he was jealous. Or wanted you for himself, or wanted to torture your mother for some unknown reason.'

'Did you know?' I asked my mother when I came home.

She apparently noticed my angriness and came towards me. 'What, honey?'

'That my father was a suspect! You know, you could have at least told me, it's all about me! Not about you and that asshole! I have the right to know everything, it's egoistic to keep things to yourself.' I turned around and walked upstairs. I definetly needed to be alone, or with people I wanted to be with. I opened the door leading my room and slammed the door.

I took out my phone and dialed Nick's number. He told me to call him when I was done with the cops for today. The phone  rang, but he didn't answer. Where is he? I haven't seen him all week. Not even at school. Alex told me to calm down and that he was probably in shock from the funeral, but wouldn't he have let somebody know?

Instead I rang Alex number.

'Hey Alex,' I said as he picked up the phone.

I heard him gasp as he reconized my voice. 'And, and, and?' He asked enthusiastically.