Poseidon (The God Chronicles)

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officer I’d been speaking to ignored me, moving down the row of holding cells full of people from the party.
    “Can I at least get something to change into?” I yelled at the back of his head. I smelled awful, Sy apparently had gotten away, and now I was waiting for Mom to come and get me, even though I’d already proven I hadn’t taken part in anything illegal. Apparently, guilty by association was in place here.
    I should have called her right from the beginning , I mused, frustrated I hadn’t wanted her to know I’d gone to a party. Now she was picking me up from jail.
    What a great child I’d turned out to be.
    It wouldn’t matter that I’d done nothing wrong. Someone would find out and hassle her because of it.
    “ Audrey Willis?” The guard who ignored me earlier walked up to my cell, keys in hand.
    “Yes,” I grumbled.
    “Your bail has been paid by your mother. She’s waiting for you outside.”
    “Bail?” I asked incredulously. “I didn’t do anything!”
    “We need to conduct a more thorough investigation to confirm that ma’am.”
    All I could do was stare at him with my mouth open. I had done everything they’d asked! I hadn’t resisted arrest, I’d taken every drug and alcohol test they’d shoved at me, and still I was being treated like a criminal.
    “Would you stop harassing her,” an older cop said, coming through the door at the end of the hall. “I told you to let her out ages ago!”
    “Yes, sir!” the younger cop replied, quickly unlocking the door and opening it for me.
    “You’ll have to forgive him,” the older, heavier man said. “He likes to think he’s the ‘bad’ cop. That’s why we keep him in here—so he’ll stay out of trouble. I’ll personally see to it that he gets reprimanded for the treatment he gave you.”
    “Thank you,” I ground out, fuming.
    “He’s not all there,” the older cop whispered as we walked away. “We love him though.”
    “Oh,” I said, softening. “That’s very kind of you.”
    “We like to make dreams come true here,” he laughed.
    As we came around the corner, I saw Mom sitting on a bench, worry lines etched into her face.
    “ Audrey,” she exclaimed, running over to me when she saw us. Despite the nastiness all over me, she still tugged me into a huge hug. “What happened? You didn’t say very much on the phone.”
    “I’ll explain in the car,” I said smiling. “Thank you for coming to get me. I’m sorry you had to as well.”
    “It’s nothing,” she soothed, waving her hand. “What are mothers for?”
    “You two have a nice night,” the officer said, turning to leave. “Sorry about the hassle.”
    “It’s fine,” I lied, relieved to finally be departing.
    “Let’s get you home,” Mom said, appraising me. “You look like you could use a nice, hot bath and some food.”
    “That sounds wonderful,” I admitted. “Maybe you can help me beat Sy, too.”
     
     
    “So he just left you there?” Mom asked incredulously, washing the dishes in my sink.
    “I guess. I didn’t see him at the station. I can do those , Mom,” I added, drying my hair with a towel.
    “How awful, sweetie.” She ignored my last comment, continuing on with ease. “If a man takes me out, I expect him to be fully accountable for the events of the evening. Especially, if he’s taking my daughter out.”
    “It wasn’t a date Mom,” I sighed. “Which he made obvious when he spent the whole night with a bunch of other girls, who couldn’t stop fawning over him. The fawning didn’t seem to bother him, by the way”
    Jealousy bit at me again and I scolded myself. Where did I come off, being so possessive of my neighbor? So what if he wanted to spend time and dance with other girls? Or . . . kiss them?
    I shook my head, banishing my uncomfortable thoughts and coming back to what Mom was saying.
    “—He should have been responsible, that’s all I’m saying.” She shook her hands off and left the kitchen to sit by me on

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