Someone barges into the room, and when I turn my head to see who it is, my eyes pop out, and I break into a cold sweat. It was my parents – guess that was to be expected, after all, I did drugs and got caught. I did the one and only thing my parents begged me not to do, but I never expected to see them in this condition. My mother is bawling her eyes out; her hair is a mess, as is her dress. Her mascara has smeared all over her face, and my father, a usually jolly person, is looking half dead. It's the first time in my life I have seen them like this, the first time I have seen them as a mess, all because of me. From shame, I can't raise my head.
While I am hoping to disappear from existence, my father shouts, "Freya, what were you thinking?" Before he can continue, I stand up from the seat, kneel down, and start begging for forgiveness, hoping it may cool them down a bit. Oh, it was useless. The only good thing in this situation was that they didn't have a stick, or I would be beaten into a pulp. But instead, he stomps his feet and shouts, "This was practically the only thing we asked from you. Why did you do this?"
I reply by saying, "I-I-I was drugged, and I am being framed."
Before my father can say anything, my mother comes towards me and slaps me hard. She says, "From a young age, we let you go out into the world and experience it. We even taught you stuff to be wary of, and the only things we asked from you were to not drink more than you can handle and not to do drugs."
I interrupt her and say, "Mom, but listen to me. I didn't do it myself; someone drugged me."
"Darling, after so many years of experience and our teachings, are you still not able to understand what precautions you need to take and what kind of people to be wary of?"
She was right. I was in the social circle for a long time, yet I became lax, and because of that, only all these shenanigans are happening. I glance at my father; he is about to say something but is interrupted by Marcus. He says, "Please, both of you, quiet down and sit. First, let us have a proper discussion and figure out what can be done in this situation. Also, Freya, get up and sit down first." With only this much, he calms the situation, and I go back to the seat I was earlier in. My parents also take the seats next to me and quiet down, waiting for him to speak.
He took his sweet time thinking things through before speaking, "So, Sir and Ma'am, it's true that your daughter was under the influence of drugs, but it's unsure if she was drugged, as she is claiming, or she took it out of her own volition. However, this fact has been well-hidden from both the media and the public, as you requested."
My mom stopped crying and made herself presentable again; she is back to her professional attitude, while my father remains quiet. My mother speaks, "Thank you, officer, for your consideration of our request, and also thank you for taking care of our daughter in the meantime."
"Don't thank me; thank your connections," he replies mockingly, then he makes a call and asks to bring something over.
There is complete silence in the room until a lady wearing a nurse uniform comes inside and gives him an envelope. Opening it, he reads it quietly and laughs. After reading the contents of the paper carefully, still laughing, he says, "Guess the little miss isn't all at fault."
The calm look my parents finally achieved suddenly turns serious, "So, she really was drugged, hmmm?" he says. "But still, it doesn't change the fact that this happened because of her lapse in judgment and also because she was not paying attention to her surroundings."
The three of them continue talking about the case while I sit quietly at my wit's end. After about 30 mins or so, they finally stopped, and suddenly Marcus asks me, "Who was with you there?" I am startled hearing this question, but I knew it was coming my way sooner or later. Still, I can't help but stare at him for some reason, even I can't figure out. But after about 2 min of silence, he again asks, this time in a stern voice, "Miss, who all were with you there?"
Still hesitating, I spoke, "R-r-rose, Mr. and Mrs. Nash's daughter, and Cher, Mrs. Sil-l–lverstein's daughter, also Ruby was there."
"Hmm, and from whose all hand did you drink?" He asks.
"A-a-a-ah, from all three." I replied.
He sighs and then asks, "Were they close friends for you to accept their offer?" Almost instantly I reply, "I have known them from my childhood; that's why I was so lax around them."
"Tch, how dare they; they need to be taught a nice lesson," my father whispered. My father is usually a pretty loud person; that's why even his whispers are quite audible.
"Miss Freya, strict actions will be taken against the people who drugged you, and your name will be completely cleared. Yet, you ought to be punished, not because you were careless, but because you attended a rave," he smirks, finishing this sentence. I just sit there, my eyes wide open, staring at him. "Shit, I totally forgot in all this mess that I was at a rave and not a normal party or just clubbing," I think to myself.
I look towards my parents, and they were eyeing me down head to toe, and he is still sitting there with a smirk on his face, which I really just want to wipe down.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, the punishment is gonna be worse now, aaaaahhhhhhh. If only this S*N OF BI**H HAVEN'T MENTIONED IT," I scream in my head.
"Anyways, Miss, can you please go outside? I need to have a nice talk with your parents, also need to see the bail papers right. And don't worry, there is someone waiting for you outside to receive you," he says and gives me a very big smile like he had planned something. The emphasis on nice really feels suspicious.
Anyways, I make my way outside and saw the same officer standing outside who escorted me here.
"Oh, it's been a while, hasn't it, mister? Ah, sorry, what was your name again?" I said in a sassy tone. Only god knows what is wrong with me as just a second ago I was on all pins and needles yet I am back to my sassy self as soon as I am out of the situation. Gosh, no wonder I always get in trouble.
I was just having this internal monologue when he interrupts and coldly replies, "I never told you, and anyways, a criminal like you doesn't need to know it."
"Tch Tch, still cold, aye? Very well, I'll be quiet; just show me the way and be fast if you want to get rid of me as early as possible. Delay, and you'll beg me to leave you alone."
"Very well. Then make sure to match my pace, little missy," he replies.
Again with that smirk; I never thought I will start to hate it so much in the interval of one evening. But that was not the main problem; the main problem is that why am I behaving like this? Seriously, what is wrong with me?
After about a 5 min walk, we enter a waiting area which was quite well-lit and decorated. "Make yourself comfortable while your parents have a chat with Sir," he says.
I quietly just nod, not wanting to make any more unnecessary comments. The officer also left instantly, and I was left alone in that room to wait for my parents and to think, think about what sort of punishment I will be put through and just how wrong and stupid and dumb I was.
After what felt like an eternity spent just with my thoughts, my parents finally came back. By the time they came back, I had already thought things through over a hundred times and was ready for whatever punishment my parents make me go through.
As soon as they enter the room, they signaled me to come with them. Mr. Marcus escorted us to our car and left only after we went through the gate.
The whole car ride was in utter silence. I was again with my thoughts all alone. Also, I wanted to know what kind of punishment they have planned for me but didn't have the guts to ask.
This was the quietest drive home.
The End