At Your Risk

Free at last

Chapter one:

Skylar's POV

"Heyyy, that's no way to treat your favourite delinquent" I say playfully to the not so nice officer, who had the pleasure of escorting me out of the hell hole aka Downtons juvenile detention centre.

"Shut up Skylar. I've had just about enough of you over this past year, you're finally leaving, don't ruin this for me " he replied not looking the least bit sad about my leaving.

Hey there, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Skylar Mason, I'm 18 years old and have just been let out of my home for the last year aka downtons juvenile detention centre. i was put there for a crime I didn't commit, but who's going to believe a seventeen girl covered in blood with no one else around? Certainly not the policemen who showed up that night. Anyway blah blah blah I'm a bad-ass bad girl blah blah blah don't cross me or you'll wish you were dead...

Anyway, back to the story.

"Now, now Johnny i thought we were friends" i replied with a cheeky grin on my face.

"Hell no, skylar, i would rather eat dog shit than be your friend" he said gruffly

And with that we were at the taxi, that had pulled up on the side of the road to take me home. Johnny un-cuffed my hand, handed me my belongings and pushed me towards the taxi before waking back to the juvy. I took one last look behind me then turned back around and hopped into the taxi. A middle-aged man sat in the front with an expressionless face, I then proceeded to tell him my parent's address.

*3 HOURS LATER*

The taxi pulled up in front of my parents cottage, I paid the man, and hoped out. With my bag dragging behind me I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A vaguely familiar chime ran through out the house, not a minute later the door swung open to reveal my mother.

To say she looked shocked would be an understatement, it almost made me laugh.

"Hello mother, it's been too long. How's the family been?" I gave her a wicked smile.