I never had any form of self control.
I gave in too easily and said yes to everything, even when I shouldn’t have.
That was always my problem, and despite it always causing some type of trouble, I never did anything to stop it.
You could say I was constantly denying my problems and always creating excuses as to why I didn’t need to stop.
But I guess that was because I would never have imagined that my lack of self control could land me in this kind of predicament.
Here I was, sitting in a jail cell of a police station, waiting for someone to come and pick me up.
My head pounding, my body numb, and my eyes continuously shutting, ready to bring my sleep-deprived body to rest.
Events from the past few days flashed through my mind and gave me twitches.
“Cary come with us.” He had said, mesmerizing me as he always did. I knew I shouldn’t have. I just couldn’t say no to him.
“Just one more drink.” I had said to myself, a little more than tipsy after a few glasses of vodka. I couldn’t resist the tempting liquor.
“Just one more smoke.” I had promised myself after I finished half the pack of Marlboros. I was going to stop, just not tonight.
“Just one more song.” We had all said as the clock struck midnight, and I was too far from a sober state of mind to say no.
All those “just one more”s has turned into just twenty more, and by the time the police came, I could barely remember my own name.
After sobering up, it was hard to believe I ended up here… Ending up drunk and high at a police station at three in the morning.
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In Too DeepTeen Fiction
Cary Montgomery was little miss perfect. Gorgeous, smart, popular... She was the type of person to always stay on track and never do anything that was against the rules. Especially not something as illegal as underage drug use. She'd never do anyt...