The cop brows creases and he quickly grab a pen and pad.
“Name again?” I let my finger tap the counter.
“Emilia Roberts sir” The cop nods and jot down quickly.
“Age?” i adjust my glasses.
“Twenty two…. sir” i say. what am i doing!. He jots down quickly.
“Okay miss Emilia Roberts what complaint do you want to lay?” He entwined his hand on the counter top. I fiddle with my clutch. What are you doing emilia!. You wanna report to the cops!. Are you angry he’s in your house or the fact that he’s got a girlfriend!. I shook my head. That’s not why I’m angry!.
“Miss Emilia…. are you being threatened. The cops could place you in the protection programme…. say all you’ve got to say Miss, you’re absolutely safe.” I itch my hair. I will do so…. its now or never.
“Uhhh… I’ve got a complaint” The cop nodded.
“It’s…. really not that serious.. just a minor issue” Emilia…. go straight to the point. I tighten my grip on my clutch as the cop watch me intently.
“A… a criminal….” The man arched his brows.
“A criminal!” He asks in surprise as he jots down quickly.
“You saw…. the criminal?” I adjust my eyeglasses..
“Yeah…. I did” I suck in my breath. am I really doing this!. The cop motions for two other cops and they approach me. He whispered to them and they arched their brows and exchanged looks. I get it. They are in search of a criminal.
“What did he do to you?” one of the cops asks with seriousness. He made me lie, made me skip work a day, made me clumsy when I’m close to him my subconscious screamed.
“Uh…. uhm… he, stole my shopping bag” I blurt out. Why can’t I report him. why am I holding back.
“okay miss…. could you describe him please if you can?” I stop tapping my finger on the counter top. He’s tall, got a tanned skin, extremely long, soft looking hair. Cute eyes and long lashes, his eyes are too blue!. How do I say this. I suck in my breath
“He’s…. short. Got spiky brown hair. He’s a black american”. The cops look at me in disappointment. They wanted liam, not another guy. Why am I lying?.
“Miss Emilia…. are you sure of what you saying?” Nope I’m not sure.
“Yeah…. absolutely”. Their face clouded and the man dropped the pen.
“So you want us to look for a random black American who stole your bag!”. Sorry that was a lie.
“Take your large eyeglasses out of the station miss Emilia!” one of the cops yell a bit. I adjust my glasses and walk out of the station. I’m gonna flagellate myself. And I’m gonna visit the priest tomorrow for a confession. Why am I this dumb. Why couldn’t I just tell them the truth!. I stopped a cab and told the driver to take me to the nearest shopping mall. And sandy and Becky haven’t called yet. I bet they are. in a car for the one day vacation. Why didn’t I follow them. I reached into my clutch and pull out my phone. I need someone to talk to a great deal…. sandy is the best option.
Sandy’s pov
I lie on my back on the beach mat under the fancy umbrella and let the cool breeze tickle my exposed skin. Dylan sat beside me, typing on his laptop. I turn to see Becky in a red bikini with her blind date eating ice cream and laughing. Isn’t this supposed to be a vacation!. Dylan doesn’t have a goddamn pinch of time for me. He’s caring. But that together time is never there. Always working. Fuck me!.
“Babe…. could we go eat ice cream” I ask and turn my gaze back to him. He scrunched his brows without taking his eyes off the scream.
“Yeah hun…. just give me a couple of minutes and I’d be done.” He rubbed his hands on my exposed thighs. I bite the insides of my cheek. And a minute would turn into a day. I sit on up and pack my tousled hair into a messy bun.
“I’d be back babe”. I mutter as I got out of our umbrella. He grunted in reply. I walked towards the icecream stand. I stare at the blue waters with couples playing in the shallow area. I huff as I get to the ice cream stand. A couple was buying with their two kids I stand behind them as they chattered. They bought thiers and walked away laughing and eating thier Ice cream. I wish Dylan could have so much time for me. He’s close to me and yet faraway.
I bought two large cones and walked back to our picnic mat. Its just so annoying. whenever I’m not around him, he calls all the time, blabbering how he misses me and tells me to come over to his place. And whenever I’m around him. it’s just him and his laptop or phone. I get under the umbrella and sit on the mat.
“Here you go dylan… chocolate flavour, just like you love it. He looks sideways at me and smile cutely. I smile back. I can’t break up with him no matter what he does. I love him crazily.
“Thanks sweetheart” He takes the cone from me and held it in his left hand while the right resumed typing. I eat my ice cream as I watch the small waves lapping out to the shores. I knew he isn’t gonna eat that. It would melt away and he’d end up throwing it. Fuck!…. sometimes I wish I could leave him. Break up and be single as letter I. Single and happy as Becky. Jeez. I lie on my back. My phone buzzes. I reach into the picnic basket and pull out my phone. I stare at the screen. Emilia. I chuckle and swiped to receive it.
“Hi emmy” I grin as I remember liam Paige.
“Hey sandy….” she huffs tiredly.
“What’s the p girlfriend you don’t sound so good” She scoff.
“Where are you sandy when are you gonna get back!” Huh? when has emilia been anxious for my return.
“I’m half way across Boston emmy anything the problem?” Dylan glances at me for a moment and returns his gaze back to his laptop.
“Yeah…. everything is wrong sandy. The criminal is making me lose my sanity. Holy Jesus I regret ever accepting him!” I cover my mouth to muffle my laugh. Emilia is one big nerd.
“So what are you gonna do?” She sighs.
“I tried reporting to the station”. I widen my eyes.
“fuck me!” I mutter. How could she do that!
“… but I ended up lying again!” she says with a sigh. I giggle.
“When you get back we’re gonna find a way to get him out of my house… for the love of God!.” I chuckle.
“Why??…. Is he bothering you?”
“Bothering is an understatement sandy!… he’s trying to ruin my peace” I was laughing now.
“Okay… we’re gonna talk about it when i get back on monday okay”. She sigh.
“Monday seems years away sandy. Can you just come back tomorrow…. Please??” i laugh and lick my icecream. Jeez…. its gotta be something serious if she wants me to come early.
“Okay girlfriend… we gonna be back tomorrow” She sigh in relief.
“Thanks sandy…. tell dylan and becky i said hello”
“okay babe….” I say as she hangs up. i chuckle. crazy wierdo. I glance at dylan.
“Any troubles with emilia?” he’s thrown away the melted icecream. I should have just ate that.
“Nothing much…. we have to leave today D” He closes his laptop.
“Why??…. i’m enjoying your company a great deal baby” He lie next to me and nuzzle my neck. I roll my eyes.
“You fuckin kidding me dylan…. you have been on your laptop for ages now…. really was this vacation for us or for your laptop!?” i move away from him. He sighs and sit up.
“Babe … i told you i gotta work for money to take care of you….”
“…. i don’t need money dylan! you and i know that. What i need his a guy to take time out of his busy schedule and love me. Fuck dylan stop acting like an android!” I blurt out and stand on my feet
“Come on babe…. i thought we are over this a long time ago!” i eye him. Really!. Dylan could be a fucked up jerk sometimes.
“I’m just gonna take a stroll!” i storm out of the shade as my bare feet dig into the sand. I walk towards the sparkly waters and sit on the sand as a wave wash over my body, wetting my body. i giggle, and lie on the sand. i hear distant excited chatter from a small crowd. they seemed to be watching something. I strained my eyes. I caught a glimpse of becky…. fighting with her date.
“Holy fuck!” i mutter i sprang up and ran after dylan who was rushing to the scene.