Behind her Back

Thank God

Maya's P.O.V
There's a quiet drive to the police station, and I wonder why the hell I need to. School fights happen all the goddamned time and many are worst than Riley and I's, but this this time when it happens to be me, I go to the police station. Oh god kill me. When we  arrive I hop out of the car and the police woman grabs my arm. "Ow" she holds me and I feel her long fingernails pierce through my skin. "Ow fucking god I'm not a criminal!" I hear her talking on the phone: "Katy, your daughter is here, yeah, I'll make sure not to arrest her. Oh, okay, I will." "Was that my mom?" The woman says "She's a friend of mine. I'm letting you go, now just don't do anything stupid again, okay?" I nod and she releases her tight grip on my arm. Thank god. I walk out and realize that I'm alone. When Lucas and I tried to go behind Riley's back, it backfired. Maybe behind her back isn't right. But, God, it felt so right. I start walking nowhere. God, my mom knows what the hell I was up to. How idiotic of me. My phone rings and I pick it up.

"Maya Penelope Hart! Get your ass home this instant unless you want to be grounded for life!" I'm startled by how cold she sounds.

God, I understand why she'd feel this way. This was the last straw. When I was 13 I found a bag of something at school and hid it in my drawer at home. My mom found it and it was weed. I hadn't known what it was and she thought I was doing drugs. It took a lot of convincing to get her to finally believe me. Now she knows that this crap is true. Oh god. The thing is, it's actually real, not fake. I'm not falsely being accused of shit, I'm being accused for something I actually did. I decide to face my mom. You're always told to face your fears, right? I unlock the apartment door and see my mom sitting at the counter with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. "I got the call. I can't fucking believe you Maya! I mean, I can, but-" She pauses to drink and says "Maya, I don't even know why I'm keeping you here, you always seem to disappoint me." I walk up to her and snatch the bottle from her hands. "No more alcohol for you, Mom. You always seem to disappoint me." I give her a smug smile as she says "Maya Penelope Hart! Give me that-" I throw the bottle into the trash and her face falls. "You fucking piece of shit!" That's when I realize she's been drinking for awhile now. Was it because of my arrest? "I know it's no use now that you're drunk, but if you-" my mom stumbles to her bedroom and shuts the door. I burst into tears. I can't help it. Maybe I actually am a piece of shit. Maybe the world would be a better place without me.