Freya Sawn ( Emmet Cullen fanfic)

Chapter 2

Freya's POV

I was startled awake by the clanging of the cell I was being held in. A different officer from before had opened the door to the cell and was motioning for me to follow him.

I stood up and stretched out my aching muscles and followed the officer towards a small room containing a table, two chairs and a mirror.

Upon entering the room, i was able to glance at my reflection in the mirror. For someone who spent the last couple hours in a jail cell, I still looked pretty good.

The officer pulled out a chair for me to sit and and placed himself on the chair opposite me. He pulled a file, which I assume contained all my personal information and the details of my arrest. After he glanced over them, he faced me with an blank expression.

"Okay Miss Swan, after speaking with your mother, we have decided to give you two options. Either you can sign this paper agreeing to check into a rehabilitation centre."

"Not happening" I cut him off.

He continued with responding to my comment "or we can transfer you to a juvenile detention centre in Holbrook, were you will stay for 2 years"

"What! This isn't fair! It wasn't even my coke." I shouted.

"No what's not fair, is that you have caused your family so much stress and pain because of this habit of yours. Now choose."

I let out a frustrated sigh and whispered my answer quietly. "Rehab."

"Good. Now I will get the paperwork in order while you say goodbye to your family."  He picked up the file that was lying on the table and left me alone in the small room.

Sitting in the room by myself, allowed me time to think about what had happened. My eyes began to water as it hit me. I had just agreed to leave my home and my family, for god knows how long, all to get help for a problem I don't even have.

The door to the room opened and in walked my mother, step father Phil and my loving but the complete opposite of me, little sister Bella.

I stood up and  walked straight over to Bella and have a a big hug. Coming from a family of divorce, me and Bella were always really close. I tried to help her when it come to boys (which was never a success) and in return she attempted to teach me about the horror that is maths.

"I love you sissy." I whispered into her ear just before we separated.

Then I turned to my mother and Phil. Growing up with my mother was a challenge. She was kind of a free spirit and never really seemed to care or stress over typical adult things, such as cooking meals or paying the bills on time. Me and Bella often took over the role of the adult when it come those sort of things.

But when she met Phil, he was always there to help around the house, making sure the bills were paid and making sure there was always enough for in the fridge for us.

I guess that's when I kinda let myself relax a little. With someone else in the house to be the responsible one, I allowed myself to chill out and go to parties which meant drinking and experimenting with dugs. I allowed myself to be a real teenager for once.

My mother expression was something I have never seen before from her. Rage.  I knew better than to hug her. So I just stared at her, waiting for her to say something.

"I cannot believe you Freya Swan. What the hell were you thinking. Drugs. Seriously."

" Rehab seriously." I replied cheekily.

"Well what was I supposed to do Freya. When my daughter gets caught snorting cocaine at a party, I'm gonna send her to get help."

"Yeah but I don't have a problem. Its not like I'm using it every day!"  I tried to reason with her, hoping she would see sense and allow me to come home with them.

"I don't care. Your going to rehab and your going to get the help that you need. And I swear if you come back without any improvement, you are not living under my roof."

Before I was able to think of a smart remark in response, the door to the room opened once more and in walked the same police officer who gave me the worst choice I could think of.

"It's time to go Miss swan."

I approached me and put my hands back into handcuffs and escorted me towards the transport van.

I turned around to face my family and sent a small smile towards Bella. "I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?". She smiled and nodded.

"Bye." I spoke to Phil and mom, with no expression.

I turned around and stepped up and into the van. The officer handcuffed to to the metal bench in the van and closed the doors to the van.  The van rumbled to life and we set off on the 3 hour trip to the rehab centre.

I let out a small sigh and got as comfortable as I could. " Well Freya, rehab here we come." I spoke quietly to myself.

A/N- chapter 2 is done. Don't forget to vote and leave a comment letting me know what you think so far. lots of love ❤️