keep lying

"A-andrew wilkins." she stammered as she felt the necklace with her free hand. Hector pulled a desk chair in front of andrew and silently stared at her.

"So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fill out my report and call the police where you'll be charged and held until your parents come get you. How old are you?" he asked sternly. "18." she could've sworn she saw him smile for a second. "So you'll be held in a cell with a bunch of drunken low lives who wouldn't mind taking a sweet little thing like you for all he's worth." anne held back her tears as best she could. "Or, you can do what I say and I forget to file my report. So what's it gonna be son?" anne twisted in her seat, what would the drunks do to her? What would they do if they found out she was really a girl? What would hector do? She clutched her necklace once more feeling it's warmth in her hand.