Chapter 13: I'm Telling The Truth

*Warning: There may be some very triggering scenes, read with caution!*

(Ember's POV)

------In The Bosses Office Room-----------------

As of now I'm standing in front of an old dude who won't stop looking me up and down and licking his lips. This situation is making me very uncomfortable.

"So, can you stop looking me up and down, please?", I ask whispering the last part.

"Straight forward are we.", he says and I gulp loudly.

"I-I....", I start to say but then he shushed me.

"I already know about your past, I didn't mean to stare but, gosh no wonder why. your dad did what he did.", he says causing me to feel sick

"I-I think I'm gonna be sick.", I say feeling vile start to rush upwards. One of the security guards grabbed a trash can bucket thing and I fell to the floor throwing up all my food that I had for lunch.

"Ugh!", I groan out cough and spitting.

"Are you okay?", the lady security guard asked who was holding back my hair, that had fallen down during my struggle of trying to get away from the security guards, and rubbing circles on my back.

I lift my head up and nod. The security guard helps me up off the floor.

"Man, I really liked it when my lunch was in my stomach.", I pout

"Okay so, back to the subject.", the old dude said.

"I'm Stan California i-", he goes to say but I cut him off.

"Wait! Your last name is seriously California?", I ask

"Yes.", he says

"Now as I was saying, it's nice to finally meet you, I've been waiting for almost two weeks.", he says

"Wait a second! What the hell do you mean by that?!", I exclaim

"I mean that I've been waiting for you to slip, make a mistake, something.", he says

"So, in your file it says, you were arrested for assault charges in 8th grade but the charges were dropped.", he says and I hang my head down low nodding my head.

"It also says that just last school year you were technically arrested over half the summer vacation for vandalism, destruction of public property, breaking and entering, hacking into your school's webs, and some arson.", he says with wide eyes. He clears his throat.

"But it says here if you can make it through year sophomore year all the way to the end of your senior year of highschool here then all these charges will be dropped completely.", he says

"I really wish people would stop acting so scared.", I mumble to myself. I remember exactly how the night of the night before the end of my freshman year went.

"So, according to my security they said that they found a lighter under your matress, why is that?", he asks and I shrug.

"I don't know it wasn't there this morning and I left mine at home.", I tell him

"So, what you're saying is, that somewhere between the time that you left your dorm and came back after all your classes somebody put a lighter under your matress.", he says

"Yes, that's one way of putting what I'm saying.", I tell him and he nods thinking.

"Here, how about this.....", he says then continues.

"I'll let you go for now, I'll call your mom and when she gets here we'll talk, okay?", he asks and I nod.

"Good, now you may.", he says shooing me off.

The guards walk me out side and uncuff me.

"Here I'll walk you back to you're room.", the lady security guard says and I nod.

"So, what's your name?", I ask the lady

"Vicki Morgan", she says holding her hand out.

"Wait, are you like, Tristan Morgan's older sister?", I ask and she smiles.

"No I'm actual her mom.", she says and my eyes widen.

"You look so young. How old are you?", I ask and she sighs.

"My daughter is 16 and I was about 13 when I had her, I think you can do the math.", she says and I start to count.

"Wait, you're only 29?!", I exclaim with a gasp.

"You and my mom would get along just fine. My mom is about 29 maybe 30.", I tell her and she nods. We stop in front of the dorm door and I turn around.

"Thank you.", I say and walk into the room.

"What the actual hell happened?"

"What the hell took so long?"

"Arr you okay?"

"Why was that under you bed?"

"Okay okay, hold up. One at a time.", I tell them trying to calm down.

"Okay, Aaron first since you asked the first question, I think.", I say and she nods.

"What the actual bloody hell happened?", she asks

"I think somebody planted the lighter there.", I tell them walking over to my bed sitting on it.

"Okay, Blake.", I say pointing at him

"What the hell took so long?", he asked.

"The old dude was I guess checking me out, then he was basically saying that he didn't blame my father for what he did to me when I was ten, then I threw up everything that was in my stomach. And then we went back on topic.", I tell them

"Yasmine.", I say pointing at her.

"Are you okay?", she asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I mean I feel like and probably also look like shit but other than that, I'm fine.", I tell her

"Dylan.", I say

"My question was already answered towards the beginning.", he says and I give a thumbs up.

"Do want us to get you something, maybe food, and whether you like it or not you're getting water or Sprite, those are your only choices on drinks.", Blake asks the first part while Dylan says the last part.

"Honestly, all I want is to talk to my mom, take a shower and try to sleep.", I tell them getting up and grabbing my jammies.

"No offense to any of y'all. But if you guys want you can stay the night I made a security guard friend so we might just be able to get away with all of us spending the night.", I tell them and they smile

"And don't get any ideas.", I say walking out the door and to the bathrooms.