Pick Your Poison 2 (Drugs)

"Sure, I'll drive you home," your ex-girlfriend says to you. You didn't want to have to ask her, but you didn't trust too many of the people at the party. Out of all you've seen, she was the only one without a red cup in her hand. She seems like she'd be able to drive. You hop in the passenger's side of her car and buckle your seatbelt. "Thank you so much," you try to say, but she cuts you off. "Don't worry about it. Just chill. I'll take care of everything." You shut your eyes and soon you fall asleep. You wake up to realize that you're not in her car, or in your house. You're at the police station. You forgot that her dad was the county sheriff. Her father is standing over you, asking you questions about if you had permission to be at the party, and how if the weed he had found in your jacket pocket was given to you by someone there. You answer his questions calmly, all the while glaring at your ex. There are tears running down her cheeks. She begins to explain to you that her dad always sends her to parties like that and has her bust all the people who look like they need help. She also tells you that you are one of those people. She didn't want to haul you in, but when she said that she'd 'take care of everything,' you guess this is what she meant. Your parents come and tell you that you're in huge trouble, as if you didn't already know that. They drive you home and explain that they are very disappointed in you and that you are grounded until prom. You're glad that you're alive to even have the chance to go to the prom. You thank God for all the people that got you out of this mess, and for placing them in your life to do just that. You just might not be here without them. Talk about miracles.