The police

Cynthia saw the doors burst open and jumped apart as the house was swarmed by police officers, preventing anyone from leaving.

“Nobody move! We have a warrant to check the perimeter for illegal substances. We will also be checking IDs to make sure everyone’s of legal age. Breathalyzers will be used to test intoxication of all underage people!” A man yelled. “Anyone found drinking underage will be detained.”

Cynthia’s eyes widened. “B-but I didn’t… Danny what’s going on?”

“Shit,” Danny mumbled. “Someone narced.”

“What?” Cynthia said.

Several police officers started going up to people checking IDs. Cynthia was petrified. She didn’t know what to do. “May I see your ID?” a female officer asked, approaching Cynthia.

“I… I didn’t drink any ****. I would never,” Cynthia said.

“I’ve heard it all sweetheart, just show me your ID,” the woman said.

Cynthia faltered, her lip quivered. “I…I don’t have an ID,” Cynthia said. “My stepmom doesn’t allow me to have one.”

“How old are you?” The woman asked.

“I… I’m 18,” Cynthia said. “B-but I didn’t drink… I don’t think I… drank ****.”

The woman pulled out a device with a tube and pushed it against Cynthia’s lips. “Breathe into this,” the woman said as she held a button.

Cynthia obeyed. The woman looked at the device and she shook her head. “You’re coming with me,” the woman said as she pulled handcuffs out of her back pocket.

“W-what?” Cynthia whimpered. “Please. I didn’t. I didn’t do anything.”

“Come on. If you don’t argue all I’ll do is book you in the station. We can go over the details there. Even though you’re 18, I’ll need to be able to contact your parent or guardian. You can give me a phone number or we’ll look it up.”

Cynthia’s face paled. “No. Please. Please don’t call my stepmom. Please. She’ll kill me. Please. You can’t.”

“Sweetheart, you’re already facing serious charges. Don’t make this worse for yourself. Either way we’ll be calling your parent and have them meet us at the station,” the woman said as she pulled Cynthia out the door and into one of the police cruisers.

Cynthia had **** but to give the woman her stepmom’s phone number. Her body was shaking. Her bladder squirted into her tight small thong.

Cynthia was dragged into the police station along with the others who had been caught drinking under age as well as others who had been dragged in for marijuana or other reasons.

The officer sat Cynthia down at a table with the others. And they explained they would wait for parents to arrive before starting the booking processes. Cynthia squirmed as she waited for her stepmom to arrive.