My Boyfriend Met My Parents — and My Dad’s First Reaction Was to Call the Cops

I Took My Boyfriend to Meet My Parents — When My Father Saw Him He Immediately Called the Cops

It was meant to be a happy occasion—visiting my parents with my boyfriend, Lewis—but things descended rapidly into mayhem. My world was completely turned upside down when my father’s surprise response and a frantic attempt at escape exposed layers of deceit and a secret past.

It felt like something from a movie, meeting Lewis. As I was studying for my final examinations in a little café, he stumbled over his own feet and spilt coffee all over my notes.

His cheeks reddened with shame, he cried, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Startled, I looked up, but immediately laughed when I saw the honesty in his eyes. “Really, it’s not that bad. In any case, I needed a vacation from studies.”

With a hopeful smile forming on his lips, he inquired, “Can I at least buy you another drink to make up for it?”

Sure, I replied, continuing to laugh. “I’m Jianna, by the way.”

“My name is Lewis. It’s nice to meet you, despite the chaotic circumstances.”

We were stuck together ever since that day. Lewis possessed a contagious charisma and a relaxed smile that put everyone in his vicinity at ease.

Lewis was a mechanic who frequently got lost in the world of gears and motors. I was struck by his impoverished upbringing, which touched me deeply. He always made time for our weekend excursions and late-night conversations despite his low circumstances.

I began implying to him that it was time for him to meet my parents three months into our relationship. But Lewis had a reason for everything.

“You know I’m killing myself on this project, baby. Perhaps next week?” After a tough day at the garage, he would say while scrubbing oil off his hands.

I let out a sigh, a little annoyed. Lewis, you mentioned that last week. They are quite eager to meet you.

“Jia, I swear, after this deadline, we’ll go,” he begged with desperate eyes.

I brought it up again one evening as we were relaxing on the couch. “My parents are often inquiring about you, Lewis. They’re eager to see the man who has captured their daughter’s affection.”

With a groan, Lewis ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Jia, I am aware. Meeting the parents is a significant event, that’s all. If they don’t like me, what then?

I laughed and cupped his face in my palms. “They’ll love you, just like I do.”

Lewis eventually gave in after weeks of persuasion. “Okay, let’s get started. On Saturday, this week?”

“Are you serious? Do you really mean it? I smiled and gave him a firm hug.

“Actually, yes. “My goal is to bring you happiness,” he whispered into my hair.

When Saturday finally arrived, my folks were overjoyed. My dad, Robert, even cleaned the grill in preparation for a possible barbecue, while my mother, Maria, prepared her signature lasagna. My anxieties started to frazzle as Lewis and I pulled into the driveway.

When we arrived at the door, my mother gave us a big hug. “Lewis, you have to be! It’s a pleasure to have finally met you.” Her eyes gleamed as she said.

“Mrs. Walker, nice to meet you as well. “Jianna frequently discusses you,” Lewis answered with his signature grin.

My father came over and shook hands firmly. “Walker, Robert. Lewis, welcome to our house.”

“I’m grateful, sir. It’s enjoyable “Lewis stated in a firm voice.

Our short conversation in the living room was followed by my dad’s suggestion of a house tour. “Come on, Lewis, let me show you around.”

He said, “Sure, I’d love to see it,” and Lewis followed.

They began in the dining room, proceeded to the kitchen, and then made their way downstairs. This is my storage area for tools and other items. A little like a guy cave,” my father clarified.

Lewis entered and took a quick look around. “Very nice, Mr. Walker. This is quite the setup, you have.”

But my dad’s attitude changed in some way. He stared at Lewis, his expression hardening. “Why don’t you step in a bit further, Lewis?” With a bland tone, he said.

“Uh, sure,” Lewis answered, taking a few more steps into the basement.

My dad quickly locked the door behind him by slamming it shut. I felt panic take hold of me. “Dad, what are you doing?” I yelled as I hurried over to him.

He said, “Stay back, Jianna!” and took out his phone. “I’m calling the cops.”

“What? Why not?” I tried to shove past him to get to Lewis, but I was confused.

“Jianna, you’re not understanding. “This man… he’s dangerous,” my father remarked, his voice quivering with an unidentifiable feeling.

Lewis pounded on the other side of the door. “Please open the door, Mr. Walker! There was a miscalculation of some sort.”

At the top of the stairs, my mom emerged, lured by the ruckus. With terrified eyes, she yelled, “Robert, what’s going on?”

“Maria, I don’t have time to explain at this time. My dad pleaded, “Just trust me,” and he called 911.

As the scenario started to become real, I stood there torn between horror and incredulity.

“Dad, will you please tell me why you did that?” My eyes filled with tears as I made my demand.

Listen closely to what I have to say, Jia. He is not Lewis at all. My father’s voice was firm but full of fury when he stated, “He’s actually a wedding con man who robbed my business partner Roger’s daughter Alice two years ago in another city.” “I recognized him the moment he walked in.”

I staggered back, as though something had torn out from under my feet. “No, that isn’t possible. Lewis is my boyfriend, that’s who. I shook my head in shock and exclaimed, “He wouldn’t do that.

“Jia, I understand that it’s difficult to accept, but all of his claims are untrue. My father insisted, his eyes softening as he noticed my anguish, “He’s an impostor.”

A tremendous crash from the basement was heard at that moment. Lewis was attempting to flee after smashing a window.

Before we could respond, he vanished into the darkness. When the police arrived a short while later, Lewis was gone.

I sank to the ground and muttered, “I can’t believe this.” “How could I have been so blind?”

My mother bent down next to me and encircled me with her arms. “My dear, it’s not your fault. He and similar individuals are adept at tricking other people.”

My dad gave the police a rundown of all he knew about Lewis—or rather, the man posing as Lewis—while the police took our statements.

My mind was racing while we spoke, attempting to put the pieces of my broken reality back together. I relived every conversation we had and every tale he had told me. Was everything a lie?

I saw something on the ground close to the smashed window as the police were about to leave. Lewis’ fitness bracelet was on it. Wearing it all the time, he boasted about how well it tracked his workouts. I took it up and rolled it about in my palms.

“Wait,” I yelled at the police. “He didn’t take this with him. Can you follow him with it?”

I lost the bracelet to one of the cops, Officer Martinez, a sweet-looking woman. “These often feature GPS monitoring. We may be able to locate him if he is still wearing the connected device.”

The tech team started looking for Lewis as soon as we turned over the bracelet. With my mind numb, I watched as the house hummed with activity. My father sat with his hand resting on my shoulder. “Jia, I really apologize. I never intended for you to experience this.

“Papa, I just don’t get it. How was he able to con me in this way? My voice broke as I said, “I thought I knew him.”

Gently, “We’ll get through this together,” he uttered. “We’ll make sure he pays for what he’s done.”

Officer Martinez returned a few hours later with an update. “We know where it is. A few miles away, at a motel, his phone starts pinging. We’ve moved in already.”

Barely able to talk, I nodded. Mom gave me a handshake. “Do you want to come with us?” Officer Martinez enquired.

“Yes,” I said in a firm voice. “I need to see this through.”

It was a haze driving to the motel. The cops quickly surrounded the building when we got there. As they neared the room where Lewis was hiding, I took a step back and held my mother’s hand tightly.

“Cops! Let yourself in!” Officer Martinez pounded on the door and yelled. There was no reply. Lewis was handcuffed as they emerged after forcing the door open.

For a moment, when our gazes locked, I thought I had found the love of my life. His voice broke, “Jia, I can explain,” he begged.

I responded icily, “Save it, Lewis, or whatever your real name is.” “I don’t want to hear any more of your lies.”

I had a strange mixture of relief and sadness as they carried him away. The man I had fallen in love with was a phantom, a creation of a skillfully crafted delusion. However, I was also clear of his duplicity and prepared to start over.

My dad gave me a big hug when we got home. “I’m so proud of you for staying strong, Jia.”

I responded, “I’ll be okay,” as tears welled up my cheeks. “It hurts now, but I’ll be okay.”

Over the next few weeks, Lewis’s true story came to light. Andrew, as his true name was, was no stranger to deceiving ladies and embezzling money from their households. He was certain to serve a lengthy prison sentence after being charged with numerous counts of theft and fraud.

I became aware of how fortunate I was to have a family who loved and looked out for me as I started to recover. Although it was a difficult lesson, it made me respect the truth and have faith in my gut.

I had faith that I would eventually find true love once more, based on honesty and trust. My family was at my side up until that point, and that was plenty.