Audrey (IN EDITING)

And Getting Busted

Astrid on the side >

"I'm sorry that those asswipes spoiled our chat," Trey apologised. Again. It's been a half hour and we're outside my house, he can stop with the apologies.

"No, it was fine. It was getting late anyway,"

I'm actually glad they interrupted us before anything went further. After this, I'm trying to keep my distance from him. He is my best mate, but I need space. I'm dating Kenicke. I should spend more time with him, not Trey. No lights are on outside the house, which is a good sign. Knowing Astrid, she'll squeal on me, so it's most likely, I'm screwed.

"Thanks for taking me out tonight and showing me that it's okay to have fun and not care about the consequences," I mean it. I don't regret it, I'm gonna regret getting caught. Tonight wasn't anything special, but it was special to me. It made me feel alive and carefree, I didn't care what else was happening in my life, I felt oblivious, and it was bliss.

"How much trouble do you reckon you'll be in if you get caught?" he asks.

"A lot. I'll most certainly be grounded till the end of the year," I laughed.

We said farewell and I headed for reality. I figured since Trey drove off, I could just zap myself into my room and my parents won't ever know. I hate having to sneak around my parents. One did provide me life and the other helped make a widowed man happy for man-years. I have a close relationship with them and I think this is one of the few times I've done something behind their backs. It feels really odd and it makes me feel like I'm finally taking initiative and thinking about my wants.

 I started to change into my pjs, but my door burst open and my dad looked furious. Uh-oh.

 "Somebody's up late. Care to explain your attire?"

I looked down to see that I was still in my dress and heels with done-up makeup and hair. There's no way to come up with an excuse, I may as well admit that I messed up.

"Young lady, you have some explaining to do!" My dad yelled.

"Can we please talk about this downstairs?" I begged, not to get to fair treatment, but to discuss it and be mature about it. Plus, I don't want this house to be known as the one that has squabbles in the middle of the night.

"Fine,"

I zapped my pyjamas on and my make-up off, I didn't want to have serious conversation dressed like a go-go dancer. I walked downstairs in shame. I think shame is a bit too harsh, I think the word I'm looking for is 'mortification'. Yeah, I'm mortified. It's a bit embarrassing to be caught sneaking out and you feel really humiliated. I guess it's because it's when your parents think that they don't really know you and you just feel like you're hiding something from them. 

My dad instructed me to sit in his office. I guess the living room isn't his setting to give a lecture to his disobedient daughter.

"Start explaining," He demanded in monotone as he sat in his chair.

"Okay, I was invited to my friend Claudia's party, and I really wanted to go. I guess since it was the first time I was invited somewhere with people that I like to hang out with. I knew you would say no and, I guess I just wanted to do something fun and I didn't want to feel left out,"

"Why did you think you knew I'd say no?"

I get where he's going with this. He does it to make me feel really stupid and dumb for doing something wrong and I hate that because I know he's right. I just hate how he has to interrogate me in this manner.

"Because I'm grounded,"

"And what was your punishment?"

"To not leave the house for two weeks,"