If he wanted to...

EMMA.

“Emma Martinez,” I heard my name called out.

Slowly, I pulled my eyelids open. There was a female police officer at our door. I looked around, only to notice the bright rays of sun beaming into the room.

It was daytime.

“Hey, pretty face,” Diane greeted me.

I looked to find her sprawled on an empty bed. She was topless, and had a smoke in hand.

“Won't you get into trouble for that?”

“This?” She asked, waving the cigarette stick. “No one's going to say anything. It's not the first time I've been here,”

That sentence actually connected a lot of dots. It explained why her parents would get her jailed. I was sure they had hoped her frequent visits to jail would help change her attitude.

If only they knew she paid her way with the officers.

“Martinez!” The officer called out my name, with more force.

I turned to face her, and quickly walked up.

“Laura Miles is here for you,” she informed me. I smiled brightly.

Although I had gone to sleep offended that she let me spend the night her