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his head.
Olivia searched for the girls and evidence of their party.
Oh boy. Busted—big-time. Jordyn, Emma, and Bailey sat at the dinette with all their contraband piled in front of them. Tara was nowhere to be seen. Lucky girl—she must have left before the cops arrived. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows at Jordyn, who had her head on her arms.
A thirtysomething man with a Santa Claus beer belly, wearing pajamas, nodded toward Jordyn. “No, Officer. I didn’t know they were here. But, like I said, she’s my daughter. If I’d known she and her friends were the ones hanging out in here, I wouldn’t have called the police.” He glared at Jordyn and shook his head. “I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Jordyn peered up at her dad with puppy eyes. “I’m really sorry, Dad.”
“Well, problem is we’re here now.” The officer leaned his mouth toward the radio on his shoulder and pressed the button. “We’ve got underage drinking. The use of a fake ID—she’s only nineteen, but that’s still an adult supplying minors with alcohol. Plus possession and the use of a controlled substance.” He lifted the ashtray and shifted it, exposing all three of the butts. He held it up to his buddy. “They smoked at least three. No wonder this one crashed out on the sofa.” He gestured to Olivia.
Oh no. Olivia didn’t feel so great. Her stomach roiled at the sight and smell of the ashes, and her head felt like it might split in two. She swallowed a few times as her mouth started to water. “I … I … have to …” Olivia covered her mouth as her stomach heaved. She knocked over a chair in her rush to get to the bathroom, where she vomited into the toilet. She feared she’d never be able to breathe again as the spasms rocked her body.
Her stomach empty, Olivia wiped her mouth with a wad of toilet paper and splashed cold water on her face. She stared into the mirror. What would happen now? What had she done? Would she go to jail? Had they called home already? Mom would be so disappointed. Charles would probably kill her. There was one sure way to find out for sure what was going on, but she didn’t want to go back out there. Ever.
“Miss?” A light knock sounded at the door. “You’ve had plenty of time. Come on out.”
Olivia creaked open the door and stepped across the swaying floor back into the kitchen. The cabin stood completely empty except for the police officer who had called her out from the bathroom. His name tag read O FFICER M ARK S TAPLETON . “Where are my friends?”
“They’re in the squads. We’re ready to take you home now.” He held the door open and helped steady her by the elbow as she wobbled onto the gravel path.
Olivia hung her head and followed him through the backyard and around the house to the waiting police car with its lights flashing. She slid into the backseat beside Bailey. “Where is everyone else?” Olivia whispered as the police officer stood outside the car speaking into his radio.
“Tara took off around the back when the cops pulled up. They’re leaving Jordyn here with her dad. Emma got arrested and hauled off to jail.” Bailey’s voice caught, and her chin quivered.
“What?” Olivia’s stomach sank. “Why her and not us?”
Bailey rubbed her forehead. “Come on, Olivia. She’s nineteen, used a fake ID, bought liquor for minors, and smoked pot. What do you think?” She shook her head. “Look, I don’t want to talk right now, okay?”
Olivia slid down in the seat and turned away from the window, hoping no one she knew would see her. The ride took forever, and yet no time at all. She felt every bump as she fought back waves of nausea and scrunched her eyes against a glaring headache. Oh, what she would give to have the chance to do this night over again.
They approached Bailey’s house first. Her dad stood on the porch with his arms crossed on his chest. The cops must have called him already. Did that mean Mom and Charles had received a call, too?
Olivia searched for the girls and evidence of their party.
Oh boy. Busted—big-time. Jordyn, Emma, and Bailey sat at the dinette with all their contraband piled in front of them. Tara was nowhere to be seen. Lucky girl—she must have left before the cops arrived. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows at Jordyn, who had her head on her arms.
A thirtysomething man with a Santa Claus beer belly, wearing pajamas, nodded toward Jordyn. “No, Officer. I didn’t know they were here. But, like I said, she’s my daughter. If I’d known she and her friends were the ones hanging out in here, I wouldn’t have called the police.” He glared at Jordyn and shook his head. “I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Jordyn peered up at her dad with puppy eyes. “I’m really sorry, Dad.”
“Well, problem is we’re here now.” The officer leaned his mouth toward the radio on his shoulder and pressed the button. “We’ve got underage drinking. The use of a fake ID—she’s only nineteen, but that’s still an adult supplying minors with alcohol. Plus possession and the use of a controlled substance.” He lifted the ashtray and shifted it, exposing all three of the butts. He held it up to his buddy. “They smoked at least three. No wonder this one crashed out on the sofa.” He gestured to Olivia.
Oh no. Olivia didn’t feel so great. Her stomach roiled at the sight and smell of the ashes, and her head felt like it might split in two. She swallowed a few times as her mouth started to water. “I … I … have to …” Olivia covered her mouth as her stomach heaved. She knocked over a chair in her rush to get to the bathroom, where she vomited into the toilet. She feared she’d never be able to breathe again as the spasms rocked her body.
Her stomach empty, Olivia wiped her mouth with a wad of toilet paper and splashed cold water on her face. She stared into the mirror. What would happen now? What had she done? Would she go to jail? Had they called home already? Mom would be so disappointed. Charles would probably kill her. There was one sure way to find out for sure what was going on, but she didn’t want to go back out there. Ever.
“Miss?” A light knock sounded at the door. “You’ve had plenty of time. Come on out.”
Olivia creaked open the door and stepped across the swaying floor back into the kitchen. The cabin stood completely empty except for the police officer who had called her out from the bathroom. His name tag read O FFICER M ARK S TAPLETON . “Where are my friends?”
“They’re in the squads. We’re ready to take you home now.” He held the door open and helped steady her by the elbow as she wobbled onto the gravel path.
Olivia hung her head and followed him through the backyard and around the house to the waiting police car with its lights flashing. She slid into the backseat beside Bailey. “Where is everyone else?” Olivia whispered as the police officer stood outside the car speaking into his radio.
“Tara took off around the back when the cops pulled up. They’re leaving Jordyn here with her dad. Emma got arrested and hauled off to jail.” Bailey’s voice caught, and her chin quivered.
“What?” Olivia’s stomach sank. “Why her and not us?”
Bailey rubbed her forehead. “Come on, Olivia. She’s nineteen, used a fake ID, bought liquor for minors, and smoked pot. What do you think?” She shook her head. “Look, I don’t want to talk right now, okay?”
Olivia slid down in the seat and turned away from the window, hoping no one she knew would see her. The ride took forever, and yet no time at all. She felt every bump as she fought back waves of nausea and scrunched her eyes against a glaring headache. Oh, what she would give to have the chance to do this night over again.
They approached Bailey’s house first. Her dad stood on the porch with his arms crossed on his chest. The cops must have called him already. Did that mean Mom and Charles had received a call, too?
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