Scars Are Forever {On Hold}

Chapter 19

Fair warning, a LOT goes on in this chapter.

And I apologize for any spelling errors, I didn't feel like proof reading the last half of the chapter again.

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"Come on," he tugs me along. "How did ya even buy the beer?" He slips a card out of his pocket, "Fake ID."

I laugh shaking my head and continuing to his truck. Its safe to say that since I got home yesterday, me and Daryl have been up to know good. He's quite literally my partner in crime.

"Where are we goin'?"

"Somewhere we won't be found," he smirks. I lay my head in his lap and stretch my legs out. I sit up once off the road, reading a 'No Trespassing' sign nailed to a fence.

After parking in the middle of the field, he turns the truck off and hauls the cooler stacked with beer to the tailgate. There is enough in here for six people to get drunk off.. and there's only two of us.

Six beers later and I can feel the angel on my right shoulder go on break, and I'm left with a smiling devil.

Another beer is tossed my way, I catch it, but just barley.

The sound of country music from his radio drowns out the sound of approaching sirens as I straddle Daryl in the back of his truck.

I pull up, flipping my hair to one side when a flashing light catches my attention. "Dare..we have a problem."

Reluctantly, he sits up seeing what I am. "Here," he shrugs out of his jacket and puts it on me, my top half only being in a bra at this point.

I cock my head to the side, "Should we run?"

"Do ya want ta get tackled?"

Ten minutes later and I'm forced into handcuffs, followed by Daryl. "Wait!"

"What?" The cop asks annoyed with me already. "Can ya light a smoke for me?"

Daryl smirks before he pushed down into the car. "Get in," he orders. "Yes officer," I smile. Me and Daryl lock eyes, both filled with amusement. "Yer dads gonna kill me."

I nod in agreement, "Probably," I laugh.

*next morning*

"Ya were charged with a DUI, MIP, and use of fake ID," my dad keeps his arms crossed, not knowing what to say. "Actually, I was charged with Trespassing too."

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want ta forget tha'!"

"An' ta be clear, we stopped driverin' before we started drinkin'."

"Ya think they care? That's what's on yer case unless ya wanna go to court," he walks back and forth across the small room I was taken to, shaking his head. I role my eyes, streching out in my chair, "Are they lettin' me go or not?"

"Do ya think this is a game Jess?! Ya could go ta jail, yer lucky tha' guy isn't pressin' charges!"

"Miss Johnson, yer free ta go."

I flash a cocky grin at my dad and follow the cop out to the lobby. "I hope yer happy, we had to cut our trip short cause of ya," my mom comments. "Hey, I'm eighteen, ya didn't have ta come home. The only reason ya were notified is cause yer friends with the sheriff."

"Watch yer tone!" My dad glares, "We're goin' home. Get in the truck."

"No," I shake my head. "No?" My parents say in sync. "No," I repeat.