What came next is all just a blur. First there was a shrill whistle sending people scurrying. Girls threw off their heels and guys even darted away from their drinks and half finished pool games. My head turned inside out as I turned to Max pleadingly. He grabbed me by the waist without hesitation and slung me over his shoulder. As he ran, the blaring sirens got softer and softer. Finally, we reached a quant part of town. Still some partyers weaved out of the party scene for tonight to dodge trouble.
" That was so close," Max sighed clearly relieved and clearly drunk, complete with slurred words.
" How close?," suddenly whispered a voice from behind me.
Out from behind the blackness of night stepped a pudgy officer about 5'8 with threating dark features. He walked to Max and asked him to step aside and asked to see his ID. When Max pulled out a school ID clarifying he was indeed 17, the officer frowned.
" Get in the car, It doesn't take rocket science to spot a wasted boy."
With that I silently crept away from the car....Just kidding, I'm not that smooth. In another ten minutes I was sitting alongside Max in the back of a cop car watching out the tinted window. As we headed for the station, I saw Callie and Ashley flagging a cab and laughing without a care in the world. They didn't know where I was and they surely didn't seem to care. I shook my head and rubbed my now throbbing temples. Max sensed my body tense and grabbed my hand massaging his thumb against my knuckle. I felt scared, safe but scared. I dazed off, the slow car ride only added to my exhaustions.
"Ugh is she even alive?".... I woke up to a soft nudging from officer whats his face. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone; it was nearly 5:00. I sighed and threw it In my back pocket as we pulled up to a large brick building which I'm guessing is the station. He let us out and helped us find our way to security.
I was asked to put up my hands so the beefy guards could conduct a search. I rolled my eyes along with Max, as he was asked to do the same. Their rough hands grazed all over. I tapped my foot impatiently knowing they wouldn't find a thing.
One guard dressed in an extra fancy uniform with gold tassels was called over to me by the officer searching me.
"Take a look at this J!" My searcher yelled across the holding room. He reached inside my dress and stapled to the underside was a slim bag. Filled with weed.... My face twisted with despair, for that bag was certainly NOT mine!
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Broke Summers (Kellin Quinn)
FanficKay's finally living her dream summer, complete with tan lines, freshly dyed hair, and matching vans. While on a class trip to California she get's lost in her own world, still struggling with re-occurring pain and depression, that is until she meet...
