SOS (Sisters of Sins)

Muma Duckling!

Police Station, Port Road, Port Adelaide, 7:02am, Thursday
Elise's POV:

I hang up the phone and turn back to the middle aged officer. He directs me back to the cell I stayed in. I walk in and lay down flat on the floor, earning a shake of the head from the officer.

I don't remember anything.

I remember having four or so shots, feeling tipsy and Freya, Blake, the people. Then I remember jumping off the roof. Freezing my butt off, Blake being sweet and Freya leaving. Then I skulled some kind of alcohol then things evaporate from there.

Then I woke up here.

What the flipping fangirl, did I do? Oh well. Hopefully Freya will get here soon, she'll bail me out and we'll go home, then school. Wait, who's dumb idea it to have a party on Wednesday?

Who's dumb idea was it to spell Wednesday this way when it sounds like Wendsday? Idiots.

"Elise Snow." I female officer calls, opening the cell door. I raise my head from the floor. "Irene Peccatore has paid for your bail. Do you know this person?"

"Yes. Can I leave?" I ask jumping up onto my feet, immediately regretting it. I bring my hand to head, groaning at my thumping head ache. I walk out a the cell, thanking the officer.

She walks me to the end of the hall where Freya and a woman stand. Freya has her hands on her hips, foot tapping on the floor. The woman, seeming to be aged about fifty, is filling out some forms, glasses balancing on her nose, grey roots blending into the rest of her blonde hair. She's quite short, about my height, taller than Freya. She was a curvy woman who seemed very approachable.

"Muma duckling!" I exclaim, running up and giving her a hug. She chuckles and gives me a squeeze.

"Hello, hun, what in the world have you done to end up arrested, Hm?" she asks, her chubby face glowing kindly. Hard to believe this gentle woman is Bailee's mum.

"I have no idea." I grin, telling the truth. She shakes her head at me and signs the last part of the form.

"You're such an idiot." Freya states, her features forming a scowl. Well, I can't be the smart friend, that's your job.

"Awe, does Frey-Frey want a hug?" I ask, extending my arms out.

"No, no, no." she declines, shaking her head and raising her hand. Liar.

"Awe, come on." I say, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around her short figure. She sighs, dropping her arms but not hugging me back.

"You two will always be adorable." Muma grins, little wrinkles forming on her face. I pull away and slink an around each of them, walking out into the parking lot.

"Sure, Muma. Anyway, can you drop us home?" I ask, grinning at her.

"Of course! Bia- Bailee said you guys moved houses; well, she texted." She agrees, smiling sadly.

I feel bad for her. She's an amazing person; kind, loving, nurturing. Yet Bailee still keeps little contact with her. She already lost her sons, must be hard not getting to always see her daughter.

"You okay, snow?" Freya asks, looking up at me with worried eyes. I furrow my eyebrows at her. "You were frowning. What are you thinking in that crazy mind of yours?"

"Nothing. I forgot we moved, though." I say, shrugging it off. She leaves it at that and we separate to get in the car. "Hey, Muma?"

"Yes, Hun?"

"Can you just drop us where the party was? I need to grab my car, we'll go home and get ready after that."

"Of course."

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"Hey... Blue..." Blake says awkwardly, sliding up next to my spot up against the brick school wall. I groan and flop my head on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Head... Ugh... Hangover.... Ugh... Tired... Ugh..." I groan, closing my eyes. I feel some hair tickle my face and I instantly scrunch up my features. I hear Blake chuckle, his body shaking as he does so. "Stop moving..."

"You're too cute." he says and brushes the hair away from my face. I sigh in content, opening my eyes. He wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"Hey, Bai-" Alex starts, but is quickly cut off by Bailee.

"I'm too hangover to deal with shit. So please, deal with it yourself." she states, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. She looks dead.

"Why aren't you hangover?" I ask.

"Didn't drink that much, went home early." he responds calmly.

"Wait, then- why... Why are you known as a 'bad boy'? You don't really do much of that sort of stuff." I ask, tilting my head to look up at him.

"I don't know. It's just a title, I guess." he says casually, as if it is no big deal. It's such a big deal.

"You look like the bad boy type, though. Tattoos, motorbike, leather jacket, a mysterious vibe."

"Well, one, I have reasons for my tattoos. Two, I drive a motorbike because I can't be bothered getting my car license. Three, I like leather jackets. Four, it's probably because I'm quiet." he explains.

"So, what? You're an accidental bad boy?" I ask, now being my time to give him a strange look. He gives a one shouldered shrug.

Not good enough of an answer.

I give him a look matching my thought, he sighs. "Yeah, I guess. I don't know."

"Whatever." I groan, locking my hands behind his head. "Carry me, to my car. I don't want to go to school today."

He turns around and a jump up on his back. He grabs my thighs and lifts me higher up his back. He starts to walk and I look around at the other people. Bailee has her knees up to her chest on a bench while she stares lifelessly at nothing and smoking. Alex is soaking up all the attention he's getting from a group of girls, looking all smug. Elijah is standing near Alex, girls also surrounding him, too, but his eyes are focused on Freya. Freya's looking dead as she works on an assignment, or something, on a bench.

Blake drops me near my car. I click the button thingy on my key chain and my car unlocks. Blake just stands awkwardly. I roll my eyes.

"Are you going to get on your bike? Or am I going by myself?" I ask, eyebrow raised. He smiles lightly before jogging over to his bike.

Good boy.
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OK, I thought I published this a week ago but *face palms* OBVIOUSLY NOT! So... Yeah... Oops..

Bye!

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