Just like you - 911 fanfiction

002 - Grounding

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I woke up that morning dizzy, disoriented, nauseous, and the worst headache you could imagine on the floor of my bedroom. I was confused and barley able to remember anything but snip-its of the night before

"What we're you thinking, you came into this house with the smell of alcohol all over you! You expect us to believe you didn't drink any?" Mom yelled at me. I held my face in my hands and leaned back into the sofa letting myself sink into it.

"We were worried sick about you! We called you over 20 times and you didn't pick up once Monae." Momma followed up. I rubbed my hands over my face, it was to early in the morning for this.

I was still uneasy from last night, had I been drugged? Was I still on drugs right now? Everything was just confusing.

"We want to trust you Monae really we do, but we can't if you keep doing things like this. I'm taking away your car keys, and phone. You are also going to be coming to work with me helping out around the station until I can trust you enough again to be at home by yourself." Mom lectured me. I was taken aback, mostly surprised at how severe my punishment was, but more at the fact that they didn't even believe me when I said I hadn't been drinking. They didn't even give me a chance to explain what had happened.

I reluctantly handed her my phone, and my car keys. I was 17 years old and had my phone being taken away right now. I was more upset about my car, I had a burner phone anyways. It was my own fault though.

I didn't tell them I had been drugged, mostly because I wasn't to sure myself. I got home at around 12am, or was it 1am? Maybe 3am and it was now 6:30 so I would say it has only been maybe 6 hours since the initial drugging happened

It's not that they wouldn't understand, my moms are not bad parents whatsoever. It's just I wasn't exactly sure how to talk about it yet. What if I was wrong about being roofied in the first place and just caught a stomach bug, then accusing Janae would just be straight up wrong.

So I had one goal in mind. To get to the bottom of this, I was going to confront her at school on Monday.

If she drugged me she probably wouldn't admit it, but asking her and noting her body language could be helpful. The only way I could know for sure is to get drug tested, which I wasn't sure how I would do it and in such a short amount of time.

So I did what any teenager with a phone would do, look it up (not in the presence of my mom) and found out it can be done anywhere. From local hospitals to police stations I was probably going with the first one.

The only problem with that was my mom watching me like a hawk. So that left me with two goals in mind. Get to the bottom of this, and take a drug test to see if there is even a 'this' I think the second one should come first. Getting out of the fire station waiting in the hospital lobby and getting the results back without anyone knowing was impossible, without my car it was 5x harder. That meant I had to let someone in. The question is who? I was snapped out of my thoughts when we arrived at the fire station, the number 118 plastered outside the building.

I wasn't that upset about the punishment. I didn't argue, I didn't even speak. I just went along with it and got ready to go with my mom on her shift today. I knew there was no talking her out of it.

The 118 was nice, my uncle Chim was understanding and made my mom happy. She referred to Evan as her little brother one time thinking I didn't hear her, I went back to tell him the same day he was honored.

They come around at hangouts and all that jazz, but I needed to figure out which one I could tell about the roofy without them freaking out.

When we made it to the station everyone somehow already knew Hen was bringing me. I knew she had to tell the captain I was coming but everyone at the table knew. Also there were banners, and cake, and a lot of balloons which could only mean one thing. A party.