WHAT WOULD MY DADDY SAY ,

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

Landon must have been furious. Kona tried to picture his face, but she could hardly remember the color of his eyes. She had reached a secretary from knowing Landon's personal office number. Kona remembered screaming into the pay phone from the police station. The conversation had apparently escalated to a volume loud enough that Landon's personal assistant stepped in to take Kona's call. The new office management hadn't been briefed on what to do if aMiss Cress called the office.

That was about all she could remember of her one phone call. Thinking back further, she remembered walking into the studio space. There was a musty smell and a faux fog from some party store fog machine. Kona was the only girl not already dressed in a costume. After Oliver told her this probably wasn't the best idea, she had gone back to the .html website with glittering text and Word Art. She still wanted to go. Partly to stick it to Oliver, to be right. Partly to save the whales, and partly to get away. She waited in line while one of the girls preformed her routine. That was when she heard the sirens, though she thought nothing of it until the judges started gathering their things. She attempted to run too, but she was caught by an officer.


He took her by her upper arm and she started to wrestle around. He didn't like that and she proceed to push her luck. She took a swing, and as usual, she hit her mark. The officer pushed her onto the ground, and Kona proceeded to wrestle the officer. Her adrenaline rush kicked in when she had escaped the officer. She raced down the apartment stairs and tore through the front door. She heard someone behind her, but she didn't look back. She threw her hood up and tried to keep them from getting a good enough look at her face. However, Kona once again underestimated the local police department. She had just made it over a fence when she heard a dog. She made it about three more blocks before the canine assisted police officer found her.

A bit of a scene, but Kona was half afraid and half reckless. What if they placed her in with her former gang ties? Would Landon care? That was her driving force. She was as boisterous and obnoxious as she could be, because the bigger the charger against her, the sooner daddy would come. She hadn't really meant for all of this to happen from trying to save whales. She probably wouldn't have been in trouble because she was the victim of a scam, but she was sure in the back of her mind she knew from the second she heard the police coming it was a chance to see Landon. Unfortunately, all she saw was a bulky young man in a suit. The charges were being dropped and her named deleted from all records and documents of the incident, but Landon didn't show.

Staring out of the pent house window, Kona's mind wasn't even concerned with the possibilities of almost being raped or kidnapped. She was pissed her dad hadn't come. Perhaps she'd have to commit murder for Landon to acknowledge her first hand. She knew the office had handled her bail in order to keep Landon's name clean. Despite the lack of evidence, there was still a good amount of people who believed Kona was Landon's daughter. If she soiled her name, then she soiled Landon's name. She continued to look out for Oliver's car. She was surprised he hadn't been chewed her out yet. She was apprehensive only of his questions. How would she tell him that it was her father who was corrupting NYPD to clear her name, when her father was supposed to be dead?

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[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver had known. Oliver had in fact told her. And Oliver probably should have yelled at her. He hadn’t actually foreseen her getting arrested, though. And though he wondered who exactly had bailed her out of jail, he knew she wasn’t going to tell him unless he nagged her to death about it, which he did not want to do at the moment either. Especially since she was basically paying for the trip.

The ride up to New York was pretty uneventful. Considering the time of day he left there wasn’t going to be much traffic for a while. He’d never actually driven all the way up to New York. He was only eighteen after all. He hadn’t even made the drive back to South Carolina. But it wasn’t like it was complicated. Take the highway north until you hit New York. Nothing difficult about that. So there he went. From Miami, Florida, stopping in South Carolina for a bit to get something to eat and some gas, making a sad attempt to drive past DC and stopping again as soon as he got out of that horrible traffic, which he almost ran out of gas in. Then it was to New York. He texted Kona, trying to figure out where exactly in New York he was headed.

Oliver sped the whole way there. While he was happy to get a little break from CM, he also felt bad for leaving her. She really did miss him when he wasn’t there, and he knew that she thought Kona was her mother, so having them both gone was not good for her. Oliver probably should have taken into consideration that he hadn’t slept since the night before and by the time he actually made it to New York he was completely exhausted. He considered letting Kona drive his car back, but he knew that was a bad idea. He was going to need to sleep for a few hours to make the twelve hour trip back.

He found the address she had given him and drove around slowly. It was crowded since it was the middle of the day. He texted her to let her know that he was here and circled the block in an attempt to find a parking space and failing miserably. Tons of people were double parked all up and down the street. He kept circling hoping that something would open up, but so far he wasn’t having any luck. He wondered what Kona would want to do once she got out. They’d probably have to get out of New York before she’d let him rest. He definitely needed his rest, though. Fortunately the honking and screaming of New York was keeping him awake for now.

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

The only alcohol in the pent house was gin and something called "Pucker Vodka". She had mixed them, trying to wash out the taste of the gin with the vodka. She was curled up in front of the window watching for Oliver's car as she sipped what was probably the most disgusting drink in her life. Her eyes stung and her throat burned every sip she took. Honestly, this was the first time she had ever had alcohol. Kona had pulled her hair back allowing her to massage the tension out of the back of her neck. Every other minute or so she had to wipe her eyes so she could still see the cars. Kona almost never cried, but things were hitting close to home here.The pent house smelt like her father's office, and when Kona felt brave and explored, she found something that broke her icy exterior. All four of them were dressed in white out on the beach. Kona's father was squeezing her brother's shoulder and looking into her mother's eyes. She was staring back and holding something in her arms. It took about thirty seconds for her to realize her father had taken a lighter underneath the photograph. Her mother was holding a dark brown blob, a burnt out portion of the photo, which could have only been Kona.

She was still holding onto the photograph tightly when she saw Oliver's car. Kona ran her thumb across her iphone unlocking the screen. She sent him a text telling him to leave the car with the valet and not to stop at the front desk. She was on the seventh floor in room 728. Though, it was the only suite with a suited man out front.

Kona took another long sip of her drink. She got up and walked into the kitchen to clean up her mess. She braced herself over the kitchen sink. She had to pull herself together before Oliver showed up. She had to be strong. Especially strong now, because she knew Oliver was upset. She had completely disregarded his words of caution and her safety. She had been "selfish". Her nose wrinkled as she flinched. Would Oliver ever hit her? She pushed him enough that she wouldn't blame him if she did.

Her knuckles turned white while she gripped the sink; she was feeling dizzy. She washed her glass and put it aside. She walked to the bathroom too work on her breath. Not because she planned on making out with Oliver, but she didn't want to risk him smelling the alcohol. She brushed, used mouth wash twice, and then had three Tic Tacs. She didn't want to take chances. She looked around at the bare and unwelcoming space. There didn't seem to be a sign of her drinking. She gave a large sniff and rinsed her face with cold water. Now, to erase any sign of her tears. She glanced in a mirror, fixed her hair, and touched up her make-up.

She walked over to the photo she had left and ran her fingers over her mother. Kona placed the photo in her pocket before any tears could fully develop. She turned to the door and opened it so she could sit in the hallway. "My driver's coming." The large, bulky man glanced down at Kona, but didn't say anything. "The front office called. Millie's on the phone. She's sent a driver and her sincerest apologies she could not make the trip herself. She'd like to speak with you." She looked up at the man, and he looked down. There was an awkward silence before he gave a nod and walked off. She waited until he was out of sight and heard an elevator bell. "Oliver?" Kona saw the familiar face come off the elevator.

"Oliver!" She went thundering toward him and threw her arms around his neck. She was giggling, but her laughter seemed sad. "MM!" Her small face buried deep into his neck and she filled her fist with his shirt before balling them up. "You smell awful!" She pushed him away and walked toward the door. "Beefy should be back soon. You should probably come in and get some rest. You look awful too."

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver grabbed his phone as he heard the ringer go off. He quickly read Kona’s text as he waited at a stop light to make his third round on the clock. Soon he was pulling past the sign that read “Valet Parking”. Oliver hated leaving his car in the hands of anyone but himself, but he knew that was the only way he was going to get a space. The valet was smiling as Oliver pulled up, but as soon as he actually laid eyes on the boy that was inside the car, his expression wasn’t nearly as happy. Oliver knew he looked like shit. He did not care. You try looking good after a frantic twelve hour drive up the coast and having not slept for over twenty-four hours. Yeah, it wasn’t easy.

“How are you doing today, sir?” the valet asked him. Oliver was sure he wasn’t used to seeing teenage boys in dirty sneakers, wrinkled t-shirts, and jeans walking into a swanky place like this too often. Oliver didn’t reply. He instead shoved his phone in his pocket and handed the valet the key as he walked out. He took the ticket that the valet gave him in return. Though Oliver wanted to watch as the man drove away with his precious car, he mostly wanted to get inside to Kona. Oliver wasn’t exactly thinking straight. If he had been, he would be pissed at Kona for doing exactly what he had told her not to. It seemed ridiculous to think that Oliver knew best. After all, he did have an infant daughter at home. Maybe it was the lack of partying that came with it, which meant less drinking and no time to get high, but it made his judgments much more clear.

He walked straight past the front desk, just as Kona had instructed, and walked to the elevator. No one really bothered talking to him. The receptionist was too busy chatting on the phone to her girlfriend to care. He had a feeling she was supposed to have said something to him. He was some dirty kid breaking into the nice apartment building. The elevator was already on the lobby floor, so Oliver stepped right in and hit seven. He checked the text again to make sure he got the room number right. 728. Got it. The elevator ride went pretty fast, and soon he was stepping out onto the seventh floor.

He wasn’t expecting Kona to tackle him, but he was kind of glad that she did. He definitely deserved a hug after doing that for her. He hugged her back automatically, which was kind of funny since Kona wasn’t typically affectionate. His first reaction should probably have been shock more than the automatic adjustment he made for her. He wondered why she was laughing. He was too tired to laugh back. “Hi, Kona.” Of course, regular Kona reappeared soon after. “You wouldn’t smell so great after a twelve hour car ride, either,” Oliver shot back. He wasn’t quite in the mindset to be clever about his bickering. “I haven’t slept in over twenty four hours. I’m sure I look like shit.”

[/color] He followed her toward the door. “Are you sure you want to stay here? We could get a motel room out of town or something.” He didn’t want to. He wanted to sleep. But Kona had been stuck here for too long already, so if she really wanted to, he would do it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]