The bag was filled with marijuana and had one pure Vida bracelet and lighter tucked thoughfully insde. I knew Max set me up, I shook my head. Not at my frustration of him, but in my own inability to see through his words. I was unlovable, I was me. He wasn't insincere, I was just stupid. I was soon assigned a cell, until someone came to bail me out.
The cell was musty, small, dim, everything you'd expect. I sat on a ledge with a small window looking out. Rain trickled down the glass slowly, since it was just your average rainy Cali day. I closed my eyes focusing on the sound of the rain; light and smooth. I gripped the bars on the window hoping to steady myself. I shook my head, I was all alone. I hadn't heard from my parents in weeks, I had no true friends, and I seriously just wanted to be me. My whole family had other ideas for me. I craved acting and singing. However, my family thought differently. They thought of me sitting behind a desk, my glasses perched on my nose, talking about stocks. They believed my 'artistic' dreams where simply plans to rebel against them. They thought I would end up at some modern day Woodstock, naked, pregnant, or simply stoned.
I never want to live their kind of life. I would never drive a huge black SUV for two children, run errands in pastel tracksuits made for teenagers, and never would I dream of buying a house surrounding dozens of others that look exactly identical. Never. I know that's my mom's worst nightmare. At least it used to be...I was sick of seeing the woman I used to look up to, morph into some suburban cliché. Her hair bleached. Her nails rounded and acrylic. My little sister, Lily doesn't even remember the old mommy, with her frayed cutoffs and the mom that had pizza hut on speed dial, not whole foods or our local yoga studio. The death of my dad forced her into a horrible sadness, and she settled for Mark, my now step-dad and father to my new step-siblings. The thought of this made me sick.
Not much sooner a botchy looking guard came and tugged me out of my cell by the collar.
"What's with you?"
"Gotta visitor, princess," mocked the guard as she seated me across the large foyer in the main wing. I came up to a teal table with Kellin sitting there innocent with his hands tucked in his lap. When he saw me he shook his head.
"Kay..." he started
"It wasn't mine I swear. Please believe me,"
"I don't know, I just came for the truth, dude I barley knew this side of you! Partying all night? Dancing with other guys? Yea, I talked to Callie and Ashley they told me what happened."
"They know?! Why didn't they help me...?"
"Face it Kay they don't give a shit about you! Niether does Maxy boy from what they've told me. If your even telling the truth!" My heart sank as he threw his hands up.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really am. I can't help I trusted him. Nobody really cares if you haven't noticed. Maybe part of me thought he was different." I sighed.
One of the inmates behind me broke out into 2 chainz "I'm different yeah I'm different," I couldn't help but crack a smile, it was just for show thought.
"Kay," Kellin reached him arm around me, but I shrugged it off.
I couldn't even look him in the eye. I Kay Memphis was sitting in jail, having the love of my life doubt the truth simply because he doesn't truly trust me.
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Broke Summers (Kellin Quinn)
FanfictionKay'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...
