Riley opened the front door to her apartment only to be greeted by her parents who were sitting down on the couch. Her father looked worried, she knew that he had been biting his fingers, he sometimes did when he was worried about something. When they noticed the door had opened and the six teenagers stood in the entryway both of them jumped up and ran over to Riley.
"Where have you been young lady?" her father said as he stood in front of her. As she was about to say something he started again. "Do you know what time it is? Your curfew was two hours ago."
"Riley why do you smell like alcohol?" her mother said. "Where were you?"
"Do you know you know how worried we've been..." her father stopped as the words her mother had said had finally sunk in. He walked up to her and smelled her. She was about to defend herself when he looked at her disgusted. "Young lady you're grounded," he said without hesitation or even listening to her.
"But," she said but he shook his head.
"No, one month, you go to school and come straight home, and if you have to stay at school after classes are over you will wait for me to drive you home," he said looking around at her friends. "No one is allowed to come over for the next month, not even Maya. Now give me your phone."
"But sir, it's not what you think," Lucas said but her father pushed them out the door. "I'm locking your window too. With nails if I have to but no one is allowed to come over at all."
"You heard your father Riley," her mother said. "Go wash up and get ready for bed."
"So that's it, I don't get to say my side of the story," she said.
"You broke the rules you pay the price Riley," her mother said. "Now go."
"I can't believe this, I didn't do anything wrong at all," she said as she pulled her phone out and slammed it on the kitchen table before storming off towards her room.
Just as she got there she saw Maya waiting at the bay window looking sad, but her father walked into her room with a hammer and started nailing the window shut. Riley didn't know what to say as she watched her father slowly locking her into her room. She was trapped and she didn't know what to do. She grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up, while she was in there she sat on the side of the tub waiting for the water to heat up and she felt the tears come on.
It had been a nerve wreaking day, they had given her permission to go, she was dancing happily while she experienced something that was so normal for a high school student. Then those college guys showed up spiked the drinks and it ended up all over her clothes only to come home and get grounded for something she had gotten permission for.
She did the math in her head and realized that if she didn't fix this her birthday would be ruined. Sixteen was supposed to be the best birthday of her teenage years outside of her eighteenth but instead it was now going to be just another day. No party, no friends, no happy memory, instead she was going to be isolated. She was going to miss the final game of the season for Lucas and Zay, the science fair for Farkle and Smackle, and the annual art show for Maya. These were moments she didn't want to miss, but most of all she was going to miss the big winter dance.
When she finished getting cleaned up she went to the laundry room and put her clothes to wash so that they wouldn't smell in the morning. When it was done washing she put them in the dryer and left the machine working as she walked back to her bedroom and closed the door, locking it for the first time in her life. When she looked over at her window she saw that her father had also drawn the blinds leaving her without the lights of the city she loved so much. She cried herself to sleep for the first time in a long time, the last time she had done so was in the middle of the whole triangle mess when she was afraid of losing both Maya and Lucas. Most of all she was afraid of losing herself, now she was trapped between the truth and her parents and it hurt.
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Girl Meets Season 4
FanfictionThe Continuing Saga of Riley and her friends as they tackle their Sophomore year in High School. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. What will their sophomore year be like? Read and find out. (RUCAS, SMARKLE, ZAYA/JOSHAYA)