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Hey, Readers! So I just came back from Warped Tour....Saw Derek Sanders and Travis Clark....My life is complete <3 Anyhoo, here's Chapter 33, ENJOY!!!!

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Levy P.O.V

I was in love with C.J. Baker. No, this wasn't some man I was secretly meeting behind Gajeel's back. She was a writer that I had fallen in love with when I was browsing through the book store. It was such a romantic, magical, scandalous series about forbidden love. A rich prince and a poor sorceress fall in love and have some heated moments while trying to hide from the prince's fiance, who's sworn on killing every magical  being in the kingdom. There were seven books in the series, and I was already towards the end of book one.

When I was back at school, I was so dazed into my book I was bumping into people left and right. I closed my book for a second to look for my boyfriend. I found him scrummaging through his bag and putting things in his locker. I continued to stare at him in the distance with wandering eyes. I didn't mean to come on like a pervert, but Gajeel looked pretty sexy in the new spring uniform. The short-sleeved white polo made his arms look even more broad, and the black khakis were just beautiful on him. I ran up to him and immediately wrapped my arms around him. "Whoa there, Pipsqueak," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. I looked up and planted a kiss on his lips; short and sweet. He rubbed his hand on my head and asked, "Your parents finally released you from prison?"

"My dad did. My mom and brother were debating on whether to send me off to boarding school or not."

His eyes widened. "Are you for real?"

I playfully pushed him and said, "Of course not! I'm staying here, don't worry about it." He sighed with relief and kissed my forehead. He closed his locker, adjusted his bag onto his shoulder, grabbed my hand, and we started walking. 

There were less stares now that Gajeel and I've been dating for four months. Sure, there were the occasional whispers of how I we were the new social-outcast couple, but we didn't care. We continued our day as if those people didn't exist and just paid attention to our friends. I dropped Gajeel off first at his English class, but also to pay a quick visit to my dad. My dad, out of everyone in my family, was considered to be the good guy in this whole thing. He's softened up with the whole fiction book thing, and he was beginning to warm up to Gajeel. My mother, however, was slowly becoming more and more like the wicked witch of the west. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wondered, why was my mother so strict when it came to me?

When we arrived at his classroom, I still had twenty minutes to burn before class started. Gajeel leaned against the door and rubbed his hands against my arms. He sighed and just continued to look at me. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am. It's just...really good to see you back in that uniform."

I scoffed. "Gajeel Redfox, are you flirting with me?" I could sense a shade of pink appearing on his cheeks. He placed his hands on my waist to bring me closer to his body and whispered, "Hush now, will ya? I'm trying to keep my bad boy reputation. Besides, those compliments are for your ears and your ears only."

"Well I feel honored," I chuckled, wrapping my hands around him and leaning in to kiss him. Our lips sweetly touched for less than a minute. He pulled away and asked, "Wanna come over today after school?"

My eyes widened. "But, aren't your parents home now? I don't know if I'm comfortable meeting the man who...you know."

"My parents aren't going to be home until five. You can stay for a few hours, have some home made dinner...and do other things."

"Other things?" I asked, getting closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. "What kind of other things?" He smirked pressed his lips onto mine. I could feel his hot breath on my lips as I kissed him back. My nails dug into Gajeel's head as he flipped me over and pinned me against the wall. "You two make me sick." I flinched and ceased my kissing and looked over Gajeel's shoulder. Standing behind him with an annoyed look and her arms crossed, was none other than Erza Scarlet. Gajeel moved aside, his face showing a dark shade of pink. She looked back and forth at the two of us and scoffed. "This is an academic hallway, not a sex hotel."

"Erza!" I gasped, glaring at her.

"Oh hush! You two got it lucky. Do you know how much I would love to make out with my boyfriend in the wide and open world. But no, he has to be the gorgeous teacher that girls of all ages want to bang."

"It isn't our fault you have a huge teacher fetish," Gajeel winked.

"Ha ha ha, you're so hilarious. I almost forgot to laugh," Erza glared. Looking at the heated moment between the two toughest people I knew, I separated the two of them with my hands and told Gajeel, "I think it's time we get to class."

"Alright. Meet you in front of the school?"

"Of course," I smiled, giving him one last peck on the cheek before walking way with Erza. She continued to stare at me as we walked to our AP English class. "What is it now?" I sighed.

"Well, I'm just saying, last week you were all virgin status, and now all of a sudden you're all over your boyfriend like he's covered in nothing but chocolate and lubricant."

"Well," I answered, "after reading this new book, I just feel like if it happens, it was meant to be."

"You got all that from a book?" She asked. She shook her head and wrapped her arm around me and said, "There's need to be more girls like you in this godforsaken place."

"I feel flattered," I chuckled.

Later that day, after class, my English teacher, Mrs. White, called me after class. I stayed as I watched everyone evacuate my classroom, leaving me and the tiny, wrinkled, white haired woman. "Is there something wrong?"

"Actually, it seems that you made a little error. You sent me a different document instead of your essay on Sir Louis the Poet."

My eyes widened. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I'll send it to you right now! Will it be late?"

"No, because it was a common mistake...but you did send me something quite interesting."

"Interesting how?" Mrs. White took out a stack of papers and applied her reading glasses. She flipped one page over and read the title. "Levy's Short, Whimsical Stories." My face suddenly began to burn. I covered my face and muttered, "I'm so embarrassed.

"Levy," she snickered, "you have nothing to be embarrassed about! This is all such great pieces of work!"

I peeked out from within my fingers. "Really?"

"Have you ever though of applying for a liberal arts school?" 

"Liberal arts? Not really...I've put most of my head into...I don't know, science school?"

"Levy, I seriously think you have a future with creative writing."

My eyes widened. "Are you for real?"

"How about I forward this to your counselor and a few of my colleagues from other universities, and we'll see what they think about that."

My smiled from ear and bowed. "Thank you, thank you so much! I'm so glad that you liked it!"

"No problem, dear. Just please, turn in that other essay."

When Gajeel and I arrived at his apartment, I immediately embraced him with my lips on his. I dropped all my books on the ground and pinned my boyfriend to the wall and just continued to kiss him. He slightly pushed me away and breathed, "What's up with you? You're acting a little...I don't know, frisky?" I smiled and placed my hand on his cheek. "I'm just...really happy right now."

Gajeel raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes...It's just...All I want to do is just kiss you right now," I whispered.

Gajeel chuckled deeply and darkly. "Well then, I'll make your wish come true." He grabbed me by my legs and swooped me up like a princess, making me squeal. He carried me to the couch and gently dropped me, followed by passionate kiss. Gajeel had decided that day of all days to go rougher than usual. His kisses were getting deeper and deeper every time he kissed me, making me think I was actually gonna get devoured. I could feel his hot, wet tongue enter into my mouth, surprising me and making me let out a moan. My fingers dug into Gajeel's head like last time, pushing his mouth deeper into mine. When we both finally needed air, we pulled away and just stared intensely. I stared into Gajeel's eyes that matched my emotion: lust. I gently placed my lips onto his for a five second peck. "Hey...Gajeel?" I whispered. 

"Mm," he replied, kissing the top of my nose.

"Do you think maybe...when we get to Aubos...we can...you know..." His eyes widened, and he sat up straight. "You don't mean...what I think you mean, do you?" After realizing what I had just said, my face began to burn up. I quickly grabbed the nearest pillow and covered my face. What the hell is wrong with me, I thought in my had. "Never mind, dear God just forget I ever said that," I talked into the pillow. Gajeel tried to remove the pillow from my face, but I fought with him and kept the pillow at bay. "Come on Pipsqueak, let me see your face!"

"No! Just let me die of embarrassment!"

"Levy...Just...Listen to me!" He grunted, slowly ripping the pillow out of my hands. "Dear God, you got a tight grip for tiny hands, Pipsqueak."

"Gah, don't look at me," I grumbled.

"Pipsqueak," he began to speak, "you can't just ask someone to have sex with them and make them forget about it."

"Well, I'm trying to, but you're making it really hard," I muttered.

"But this is something we have to talk about Levy." He moved himself off my body and laid down behind me, holding me tightly. "Do you think that our relation ship is ready for sex?" I turned my body over so that I could face my boyfriend when he talked. He took his finger and gently grazed it against my cheek. "Well...I believe we're at the point where we both love each other deeply enough to...take things to the next level."

"You love me that much?"

I laughed. "How many times do I have to prove that I love you?"

"As many times as I want," he smiled. "So...I've got a plan."

"A plan?"

"A plan. Our main objective is to convince the doctor to get his ass over to Fiore. And once we've completed that...We'll get a really nice hotel room."

"Why not just go to a love hotel. They're cheaper."

"Because this is an important event in our relationship! If you weren't the girl of my dreams, I would just drag you into my room. But you are the girl of my dreams, so this has to be extra special."

"You're too sweet," I awed.

"Let me finish, love. And then we'll order a nice bottle of wine. I hear Aubos sells Château Canon-La Gaffelière St. Emilion for only a hundred Jewels."

"Since when do you know wine?"

"Ever since I shared a class with Cana Alberona."

"You're being too nice about this," I whispered, pressing my forward onto his. He rubbed my forearms and said, "I just want to hold a special place in your heart."

"You already do, silly." He lifted my chin and slowly placed his lips on mine. My eyes began to flutter themselves shut as I brought myself closer to him. Suddenly, I heard a clicking sound coming from the door. I guess Gajeel must've heard it too, because his eyes went wide open and jumped out of the couch. "Shit! They're home early!"

"Your parents?" Before he could answer, the door was open, and in came Gajeel's parents.

The first person to walk in was a red-headed woman with hazel eyes and a killer figure. She probably could've been a model. She was wearing a tight red rubber dress, expensive looking heels, and wore a dead animal around her neck. This must've been Agatha. 

Gajeel and his dad shared one quality: their eyes. Their eyes were both so cold and piercing that if I had to look at just their eyes, I wouldn't be able to tell the two apart. But besides the eyes, there were many differences. His dad was a lot lighter than Gajeel, and his hair was brown, not black. Despite Gajeel already being so tall, his dad was taller, probably around 6'6. He looked at his son, and then at me, and then back at Gajeel. I could feel the tension between the two of them and slowly slid behind Gajeel. "Well boy, seems like you have a little friend."

"What's it to 'ya?" He hissed.

"I'm just asking a question. What's your name, pretty little lady."

"Don't talk to her!" Gajeel yelled.

"You watch your tone! This is your father you're speaking too," Agatha yelled. 

"Gajeel!" I yelled, trying to catch his attention. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as tightly as I could. He took a deep breath and squeezed my hand back. He began walking, dragging me along with him. I bumped through his parents and went out the door. 

He slammed the door behind me and just stood there in front of it, clenching his fists. He ruffled his own hair and sighed with frustration. He looked at me and gave me a sad smile. "I...I really wish that hadn't happen," he whispered. I walked up to him and gave him a hug. I could hear his heartbeat go from fast to slow, back and forth. "I'm sorry," I simply whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Gajeel dropped me off later near evening.  I offered him to stay over  after that whole situation, but he rejected it, saying that he was fine. I watched as he drove his way out of my neighborhood and disappearing after he turned the curb. I sighed and walked towards my house, when I suddenly heard the sound of shouting from the other side of the door. I flinched when I heard my mom scream, "Eric, you fucking dumb ass!"

"Josephine, you need to calm down!"

"Calm down? How the hell can I calm down! You're letting your daughter run around with that...that criminal, Eric! Have  some control!"

"Levy is a smart woman, Josephine! And stop saying she's just my child! She is your child too!"

"My child? Really, 'cause I don't remember giving birth to her? All I remember is you telling me about your three-month affair and baby showing up on our doorstep a year later!" I froze. What was my mother talking about? Was this just her way of making my dad angry? I was tempted to open the door, but the fighting continued. "You still wanted her!"

"No, Eric, you obviously have alcohol in the brain! I wanted to send her back, or at least to an orphanage! I didn't want this!"

"Josephine, you don't mean that."

"But I do! The only reason I kept her was so that I could have two successful children. But I knew that she would never live up to Lucas!"

"Josephine!" I swung the door open after that. I was already shedding a large amount of tears. Both of my parents-or should I say parent-eyes widened when they saw me in the doorway. My dad's face fell, as if trying to apologize. My mom's face was blank, as if not knowing how to feel about this whole situation. I didn't even know what to say. How could you? I hate you? As of now, my mental stability was deteriorating. So I siimply just ran upstairs, dashed to my room, and fell on my bed. I cried in my pillow, feeling so confused. The same question continued to burn in my head, over and over and over again.

If Josephine McGarden wasn't my mom, than who was?

Gajeel P.O.V

"She didn't," Natsu gasped.

"She did," I answered.

"You're lying. This is Levy we're talking about. Little Miss Innocent!"

"We were making out on my couch, and she asked."

"Dude...that's awesome!" Natsu exclaimed, patting me on the back. We were by his locker during passing period. I was explaining to Natsu what had happened the night before, minus the whole mini fight between my dad, Agatha, and me. Natsu, who apparently before Lucy always had fun with girls, thought of this as an opportunity to teach me his ways, considering that Levy wasn't the only virgin in the relationship. "Where is the little girl anyways? We're already on the third period of the day."

"That is a good question," I muttered, looking around my blue-headed girlfriend. I finally noticed my girlfriend at the end of the hall, but she looked different. She had bedhair, as if neglecting to brush it, her eyes were red and puffy, and her uniform was so untidy it looked as if a child had worn it. I knew there was something upsetting her. I closed my locker and walked towards her. I patted her tangled hair and asked, "Everything okay? You don't look so good."

"Not really. I was up all night drowning in my tears."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah, but not here...No offense Natsu."

"Non-taken. I gotta go find Scarlet anyways. She owes me some money after betting on that last basketball game." When he walked away, I grabbed her hand and walked her to my next class, which was AP History. We stood a foot from the door so that we could talk. "What's up?"

"I...I found out something last night...Something I probably wasn't meant to hear," she said, her voice cracking as a tear fell down her face. I cupped her face with my hands and whispered, "You don't have to cry. Just take a deep breath and tell me slowly." She nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping away the tear with a single finger. "Y-Yesterday, after you dropped me off, I overheard my parents through the front door."

"What were they fighting about?" I asked.

"They were fighting about me dating you-with my dad on Team Gajeel-and then...something came up in the fight...Something bad."

"Like what?" She looked down and sighed, probably trying to fight the tears. I put my hand on my head and rubbed her hair. "You don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable."

"No no, I'll tell you....They mentioned my mom me...not being her daughter." I closed my eyes and sighed with frustration. She figured it out. Her dad told me this news over a month ago, so I was beginning to freak out about when Levy would find out that I knew. And knowing her smart mind, she was already beginning to suspect me. She continued to stare at me and ask, "Why aren't you as surprised as I am?"

I took a deep breath and combed my hair back with my fingers. "Look Levy," I began, reaching out to her. She back away a little, her eyes still locked on mine. "Gajeel...did you know?"

"Levy-."

"Answer the question, Gajeel!" She urged, getting more and more angry. I couldn't make her anymore mad. I had to come clean. "Your dad....Your dad told me a while ago, around the time you stayed with me. He told me not to tell you...and I wanted a good connection with your dad!" She shook her head and slowly began to walk away from me. I ran up to her and grabbed her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and pushed me away. "Levy, don't go," I called out.

"Gajeel, right now, I really don't want to talk to you."

"Come on, Levy!" She turned around and stared at me with eyes full of different emotions: anger, confusion, hurt, betrayal, and probably a lot of hate. "Gajeel, you are supposed to tell me these kind of things!" She yelled. "You don't not tell me this kind of stuff!"

"I'm sorry, but I was trying to earn your dad's trust! I was doing this for you!"

"Don't give me that excuse, Gajeel," she hissed. "Just...Just stay away from me. Don't talk to  me. Don't come near me. Just...stay away." I wanted to say more, but I knew that would make her even more angry.  I groaned  and threw my fist at the wall with a pit of rage. Shit...Fucking shit, I thought in my mind. At that moment, the bell rang, and everyone began scurrying to class. I walked into my World History and  sat in my desk, my mind still set on Levy. Everyone else however was chatting while they still can before the teacher actually came into class. When everyone heard the sound of the door closing, everyone froze. "Settle down class! To your seats! We have a lot to cover today, so lets hustle!" Everyone scurried to their seats as Mr. McGarden walked over to his desk. He looked like a complete mess. His hair wasn't neatly combed as usual, his shirt was only partially tucked in, and there looked to be bags under his eyes. He looked at me for a short period of time before looking away. 

After everyone settled down, Mr. McGarden pointed to the map drawn on the board; a map none of us have ever seen before. "Alright class, today we'll be learning about a region that has been through so much civil war, terrorism, and many more during the early 2000s: the Middle East. Now, the Middle East was a very religious area, arguably one of the most religious areas in the world.  The Middle East was a part of Asia, where Kiona is, and-."

"Whoa, teach, let me get this straight: even the Kionan bastards's ancestors were ruthless killers?" A kid named Ash asked, chuckling. "Well, ain't that no surprise."

"Mr. Simon, I understand that Kiona is in a similar situation as the Middle East, but if you would let me finish my lesson, I'd tell you that there is a huge difference."

"What's the difference? They hate us, so they kill us. It's that simple."

"You're wrong," I suddenly blurted out, and all eyes were on me. I closed my eyes and cringed at my actions. I cursed under my breath. I had studied the Middle East when I was in juvie (I hate to admit it, but the library was my best friend) and read every single book that the facility held on Middle Eastern culture. I had thought it was all fascinating. Their culture-minus all the terrorist groups and lack of feminine freedom-sounded beautiful to me. Their religion, their music, their culture in general sounded so different. So when I heard Ash Simon talk trash about it, I was getting pissed. I slowly turned to face the blond, blue eyes idiot and decided to teach him a lesson. Literally.

"They didn't hate anybody. Yes, there were a few groups that were angry at us and what used to be called the United States, but that's not their faults. We're the ones who stepped foot into their land. They didn't want us, but we still stepped in."

"So that leads them to commit acts of terror upon us? A hundred years ago, they stole a plane and crashed it into New York! They killed our people when their country was probably celebrating!"

"What could they celebrate? There was so much civil war in the Middle East that thousands of people die every day, including women and children. While we sleep in our warm, cozy beds, they slept in fear that there would be a nearby car bomb that would destroy their homes."

"That's because they're too busy praying to their gazillion gods or something! If they had converted to the  vernacular religion-which was Christianity-then there wouldn't be that whole mess!"

I was tempted to slap my hand against my face. "Being Muslim didn't mean they believed a million gods. They believed in one God-Allah- which means God! And converting was some of the main causes of those civil wars were because of converting! Some people thought it was a problem, some didn't, and in the end it turned into a blood bath!" I could tell Ash was getting nervous. He had been wrong with every follow-up statement. Everyone began to whisper all around us, because hey, AP World History was actually getting interesting. "W-Well, what do you know, huh? You murdered your mom, so obviously you know a lot about death, don't you?"

The classroom went silent.

I wasn't hurt by his feelings. I wasn't angry, nor sad, nor any other negative feeling. I simply glared at him and said one single phrase. "If you think mentioning my crime is going to help you win this argument, then that makes you a coward." A few gasps arose in the room. I turned my body away from Ash and towards the board, where Mr. McGarden stared at me. He gave me an approving smile, and cleared his voice. "Now that this argument is over, open your textbooks to page 722, and the first thing we'll learn about is Muhammad."

I was asked to stay after class once the bell. At first I thought I was in trouble for my surprise lesson, but when Ash wasn't in the classroom, something told me it was about something else. He closed the door behind the last student to walk out and turned around to see me. "That was quite a debate you had there, Gajeel."

"It was just a guy who was stupid enough to argue with me about something he doesn't even know about."

"How did you know about the Middle East?"

"In juvie we were offered three optional recreational activities: the library, television, or the courtyard to play basketball. I chose the library."

Mr. McGarden chuckled. "I can see what my daughter sees in you."

I shrugged. "I don't really know anymore about that."

"What do you mean?" He asked. I sighed and leaned against a random desk. I looked up and said, "Levy found out that I knew about Mrs. McGarden not being her mother."  Mr. McGarden's eyes widened as he rubbed his eyes in frustration. "I didn't mean to come in between the two of you."

"It's alright. I should've expected this after keeping such a big secret from her...Ugh, I just hate it when she's mad at me."

"Yeah, she can hold a grudge," Mr. McGarden said. "Been that way since she was a child." He walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. He flashed a sad smile and said, "Don't worry, son. She loves you too much to let this trigger a break up. Just...be patient with her, alright?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Now, changing the subject, I want to talk to you about your future career."

I raised an eyebrow. "My future?"

"Yup. After what I saw, I can see you in quite a few careers."

"Like?"

"Well, one, a teacher."

"A teacher? Me? Nah. No college is going to accept me anyways. I'll probably end up going going to some crappy community college."

"You shouldn't be thinking that way, Gajeel. You can control your future in anyway."

"But can a dyslexic become a teacher?"

"Gajeel, you only have minor dyslexia. That won't stop you from achieving your future."

"Do...Do you really think I could be a teacher?" This was all new to me. Ever since my mom died, I never really thought of my teacher. I considered myself worthless after the whole situation and never really thought about college. I didn't even want to go to this school if it weren't for my psychiatrist convincing me. 

"I think with the knowledge you have deep in your mind, and your care for children-."

"Children?"

"Levy told me all about the time you took care of a lost kid." That Pipsqueak...Once we finish this fight, I'm gonna kill her. 

"Have you even started your essay?" He asked me.

I shook my head. "Aren't the applications closed?"

"I can pull a few strings, especially since you're a transfer. Just write your essay and send it to me after you and Levy come back from your trip."

My eyes widened. "You know about that?"

"Unlike Josephine, I can find out a lot of things without having to raise my voice full max," he winked. "Now get out of here before you're late for class."

I nodded. "Yes, sir." I made my way to the door and made a stop when my hand touched the knob. I turned around with my face slightly pink and said, "Thanks, Mr. McGarden."

He smiled back. "It's my pleasure."

Later that day, I had to go to the police station. I had to tell my parole officer to inform him that I was leaving the area. The room was the same it was always : cold and grey. I patiently waited for Mr. Scrubbs to come in with my file. I continued to look at my phone, hoping to get a text from Levy. No new messages. I turned off my phone and looked up as Mr. Scrubbs came walking in with a blank expression. He sat down and opened my file. "Haven't seen you in a while, Redfox."

I chuckled darkly. "It's good to see you too, Scrubs."

"You've been good so far, Redfox. No fights, good grades. Got a girl?"

"Yeah, I do sir," I answered.

He cracked a small smile. "What's her name?"

"Levy. Levy McGarden, sir."

He whistled. "I know her daddy. Comes from a very nice family. She pretty?"

"Beautiful, sir. And very kind, smart, and just amazing, sir."

Mr. Scrubbs let out an old-man chuckle. "You don't have to keep calling me 'sir', Redfox.  Just call me Mr. Scrubbs."

I shook my head. "Alright si-Mr. Scrubbs."

"Alright...Let see...You're going to Aubos next week for how long?"

"Five days," I answered. 

"Alright, I'll add that to the report. You know despite being in a different country, you still have to follow your patrol. If you commit any crime, you'll be sent straight back, you know that right?"

"I do."

"Alright, then you're good to go. Enjoy your time there." I smiled and left the interrogation room and went out into the lobby. When I went outside towards my motorcycle, I was suddenly stopped by a man yelling "Wait! Wait!"

I turned around and saw a man in a black trench coat and a long black. I folded my arms  and asked, "Who are you?" The stranger put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a shiny gold badge. "Tony Sanders, Magnolia Detective. Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?"

"It depends. What is there to talk about?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Your case, son. The case that happened six years ago." My eyes widened when he mentioned my case. I quickly turned my eyes back to normal to remain cool and collected. "What about it?"

"Do you mind if we talk somewhere else? Where we aren't out in the open?"

"But where?" I asked. 

"I was thinking Po's. Interested?"

I agreed to go along with him. I was hungry anyways. When we sat down at the restaurant, I ate my dumplings in silence, waiting for him to talk. "Gajeel, you've been in a juvenile detention facility for the past six years, is that correct?"

I stared up at him and swallowed. "Yeah, so what?"

"Do you remember the officer that arrested you that afternoon"

"Um...Yeah, I do. Officer Taylor."

"Officer Taylor....Interesting." He wrote something down on his notepad and took a bite of his spicy noodles. I put my chopsticks down and looked at Detective Sanders. "Look pal, I don't know what you want with me? My case was closed five years ago. Can you please just let it go?"

"Let it go? I can't! You need justice!"

"Justice? For what?"

"Gajeel, I believe I have found evidence of police corruption during your arrest."

"Corruption?"

"Yes, corruption. It seems that Officer Taylor and your father go way back. College buddies apparently."

"W-What?" I asked. "My dad never mentioned any guy with the last name of Taylor."

"Well, they were....Gajeel, I need you to help me with this. I know you didn't kill your mother. I have some high hopes that it was your father. I want you to help me on this case."

"Y-You want me to do what?" I asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was actually someone who believed that I wasn't guilty. I could feel my hands shaking from nervousness as the man stared at me with his cold gray eyes. I rubbed my hand on my hair and just sighed as my hands slid down to my face. "What's the point? I've always been convicted."

"Gajeel, if you get wrongly convicted, the state has no choice but to pay compensation. You could get at least thirty million Jewels. You'll be all over the news and be redeemed of your dignity!"

"But I don't want to be on the press. I've had enough of the press."

"Gajeel, I swear, I will help you. I will put your dad in prison and bring your life to peace. Both yours and your mother's." I stared at my food and thought about it for the longest time. If we did find enough evidence, then my dad could finally go to jail. There would be no more frightening and mean stares from my classmates. I would never have to worry about Levy when she comes over because I would know she would be safe. 

Levy would be safe. 

"Fine...I'll help. Anything to bring the bastard down," I growled.

"So we have a deal?" He asked, bring out a hand. I grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Deal."