Back To You

Time For Revenge

"Where is she? Where is my daughter?"

Oh no. I thought. Mom's here.

"Calm down, Honey."

Oh no. I thought again. Dad's here too.

I was in the other room in the town's police station. They had told me to sit here while they called my parents. I had been in here, stressing for the past half hour. I didn't understand why they felt the need to keep me here. They tested me for alcohol consumption, which of course was negative. Maybe it was the fact that they found me in a closet. Still though.

"Are you the parents of...Natalia Johnson?" A deep voice asked.

"Yes, that's us." My dad said calmly.

"Is she alright? She isn't hurt is she?" My mother asked worriedly.

"No she's fine. She's been let off with a warning since this is her first offence." The voice said again.

"What did she do wrong?" My father asked.

"She was caught with a few others at a house party with alcohol and other illegal substances." The voice answered.

"Was she drinking?" My mom asked in a horrified voice.

"No. She was sober, but being in the presence could have resulted in being charged as a minor in possession. But, as I have already said, this is her first offence, so she has been let off with a warning." The voice spoke again.

"You mean to tell me, you brought my daughter all the way down here when she's done nothing wrong?" My dad sounded slightly angry.

"Being in the presence of alcohol when you're a minor is still worthy of arrest." The voice defended.

"This is ridiculous! We're leaving now. Where is my daughter?" I heard them moving around and seconds later my dad walked into the room I was occupying. My mother trotted in after him. When she saw me her face filled with relief.

"Natalia! Oh thank God, I was so worried!" She rushed over and threw her arms around me.

"Hey mom." I said awkwardly into her shoulder. She pulled back to look at me.

"Are you alright?" She aksed.

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." I said.

"Come on, we're leaving." My dad said in a stern voice.

My mother and I followed him out of the police station and I tried to avoid eye contact with the officers.

My parents were silent the entire ride home and my anxiety was building. I had never done anything like this before. What were they going to do? Dad would probably blow up and Mom would probably cry and make me feel guilty about 'what could've happened'"

We got into my house and stood in the living room as my parents turned stood in front of me. I was mentally preparing myself for what was going to happen. When they stayed silent I finally spoke up.

"A-am I in trouble?" I asked quietly.

My dad sighed. "No."

I perked up immediately.

"But that doesn't mean you can just go off and act like a delinquent." He said quickly after.

I nodded. "Of course, Dad." I said obediently.

He sighed again. "Alright. Go on up to bed, okay? It's late."

I smiled. "Okay." I hugged both of my parents before making my way up the stairs to my bedroom.