The Woodland Mansion (scraped)

Chapter 4: Jailed

Despite the fact the longer I took, the more angry my mom would be, I told my whole plan to them. I'd deal with my raging mother's punishment later.

"I could ask my mom if you can come with me, as friends. As long as I'm not grounded."

"That's perfect!" Said Maddie. "We can sneak into the woods and find our friends!"

"What if she's grounded?" Tori asked.

"Ugh, you're such a pessimist." Maddie sighed. "Focus on the positive once in a while."

"No, she's right." I sighed. "I'll probably be grounded. "And it will be forever if I don't go now." I continue. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I finally left and made it to the parking lot. I saw my mom's white van and sighed as I approached my doom. I opened the door and sighed. "I know, I'm in so much trouble." I said.

To my surprise, instead of seeing my mom's angry face, I saw my brother's goofy grin.

"Max, what are you doing here? Where's Mom?"

"Are you going to get in, or are you going to stand there and ask questions?" He asked.

I got in and buckled up. He didn't even have his licences.

"Where's Mom?" I ask again. "and isn't this illegal since you only have your temps?"

"I ditched school because mom was out today." Max said. "So when the school called I answered it. They thought I was Dad." He laughed like he just pulled off a great prank. "I always thought I'd be the first to get detention." He laughed, turning out of the school.

"Just finish the story." I say.

"So I just thought I'd come get you, save you from the wrath of Mom." He continued. "As for my licences, as long as we don't get pulled over we're fine." That was so like him.

"Thanks?" I say. "I guess."

"No problem." He said, speeding down the street to beat mom home.

"You're speeding." I said.

"You're being a back seat driver."

"I'm sitting in the front."

"You're being a front seat driver." He said. "Just relax, I know what I'm doing."

"You just went through a red light!" I said as we speed through traffic. Police sirens went off, and a police car was trailing us.

"Max, just pull over." I said.

"Nah, I can lose them." He said making a sharp turn.

The police followed. "Damn it!" He said. He gave up and pulled over.

"Sir, you were going fifteen miles above the speed limit and went through a red light." The cop said. "I'm going to need to give you a ticket and see your ID."

"Eh, about that..." Max said. "You see, I don't have it."

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We were taken to a juvenile detention center to wait for our mom to pick us up. I thought she'd be mad before, but now, well I probably will never make it till tomorrow to tell the tale.

"What were you thinking!" My mom shouted at us once we were in the privacy of the car. "Detention Paige?! And ditching school Max?!" Her face was red in anger. "Not to mention you illegally drove and impersonated your father!"

"Sorry." I said. I elbowed Max, hinting for him to do the same.

"Ow!" He said glaring at me, I flared back. "I mean, sorry." He said.

"You're both grounded." She said. "For a month! And your father will probably add to that when he comes home!"

We pulled into our driveway and got out. If only we knew what we'd be coming home to.

We walk through the door and were surprised by Dad, drunk on the couch with an empty bottle of beer in his hand. He was making out with another woman!

"Matthew! Said my mom, throwing her purse on the ground. They both turned and looked at us. "What is this!?"

The lady walked over, clearly high on some type of drug. She wore a revealing sparkling red dress and bright red lipstick that was also all over my dad's face. "So you're the wife." She said, smelling of tobacco and alcohol. "She ain't much." She said, looking back at my dad.

"Get out of my house!" My mom said, stepping away from the door. "Both of you. I'll be contacting a lawyer for a divorce Matt."

I never seen my mom cry until that day. They left and my mom closed the door and started crying. Me and Max felt akward just standing there, but we didn't want to leave her either.

We just sat there by the door in silence for hours, until my mom got up. "Get your own dinner, we have left over lasagna in the fridge." And she went upstairs to her room.

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