Striking Lies

Chapter Forty: Can't pass up a night with you.

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I had to write it in  freaking Notepad!

Stupid Virus deleted ALL of my stories on my computer, so I'm left with nothing. Enjoy, I'm sad.

Chapter Forty:

"In need of an attorney!" I heard my mother yell as she slammed her fists on the kitchen table. I immediately allowed my back to slam against the chair, taken aback by the stress in her voice. She threw the envelope down on the table in front of my father and I, causing my father to groan and me to bring my hand to my forehead.

"I don't get this dad." I muttered, as if what I could say would matter to my mother at this time. "How could they sudden decide to take me to court?" I finished, slowly becoming hesitant in all of my choices.

The moonlight shown through the plated windows, gleaming in on the table and sitting on the ceramic place settings.

"It's the state going against you, darling." My father mumbled, being the nice parent this time-all the time.

"Of course they can suddenly take you to court! You got a DUI!" My mother shouted from her mid-stride pacing through the hallway, making me grow more worried.

"And you know what can happen when you get a DUI?" She asked again, turning to me with anger flashing through out her face.

I already knew what would happen to me, I already came to face that I was as guilty as any other kid who was charged with a DUI.

"You can go to jail, for up to ninety days Charlotte." She screamed at me again, jolting her finger at me and causing my stomach to drop more than it usually does when Taylor pulls her 'innocent' tricks.

"And you know what, Charlotte? People who go to jail don't end up at Harvard. Or Yale, or Brown; you'd be lucky to get into a community collage."

"Do you really think I don't understand that?" I said rather softly, whispering it as I glared down at my fork.

"I do know that, more than you can even come to notice." I steered my gaze up at my mother, who had her arms crossed and her patience running away from her like a deer would in headlights.

"I bet you don't ever realize what I have to go through every day, the amount of stares and lingering conflict that I have to deal with. Dare I bring up the tests and exams that I have to deal with before graduation."

I sanded my hands together, shifting my sight to my dad who stared at me with sad eyes. The amount of grief that already endured the past few months situated themselves underneath his eyes, showing that he hadn't gotten proper sleep in weeks.

"It's a lot for a girl my age, plus the whole DUI effect hanging off of my back. It may not look like any of this is affecting me, but you don't know half of the drama I've been through these past months." I finished, clearing my throat and redirecting my eyes to the gleaming fork.

"What's been happening at school, Charlotte?" My father mumbled, straighting his back and attempting to look formal for his abilities.

Where to start?

"Well, me and Holly got in a huge fight at a party in Autumn Lake's football field. She kind of punched me." I say, watching as my fathers eyes set aglow; my mother didn't move an inch.

"I um, got cleaned up and went home right after that."

"Who were you with, Charlotte?" My mother asked me, finally deciding to take a seat in between me and my dad; that and also taking some leeway into this conversation.