Open To Persuasion

Carefully opening her eyes, Holly had a head full of bees. The noise bounding around, clanging, forced her bolt upright. It wasn’t a dream, she was in a cell!!

The smell of urine caused her to gag. There was a toilet in the corner, the sight of which made her retch even harder. Slowly her memory returned in flashes .

Shawna again, why did she always go along with her wild ideas? It had been the same when they were in college .

The trip to the woods ended in a bog, then to add insult to injury a branch swung back and a black eye for Holly, with Shauna laughing her head off. A night on a pub crawl, Holly woke up in a bush on the prom, no sign of  Shauna. Apparently she thought Holly looked so peaceful, she left her there. Getting caught trying to sneak into a posh nightclub, ejected by the scruff of their necks. The list was endless but this was the last straw. No more!

They had been out in town drinking. Walking home Shauna had the brilliant idea of cutting through the warehouses by the river, swearing she knew where the holes in the fence were, cutting a mile  off their walk. Foolishly Holly had followed. Walking between the buildings, Shauna needed  a wee. Seeing a door ajar, she wriggled through, not knowing there were motion sensors. She was literally caught with her knickers around her ankles, policemen blinding Holly with their torches. Shauna, hitching her knickers up, shouted, ‘Run Holly,’ like she could. Shauna then promptly made off like a jack rabbit, leaving Holly dazzled, swaying, trying to explain they were only taking a short cut.

Being arrested was frightening. Would she be taken to court and end up in prison? After being questioned the next morning, to her relief she was released with a warning. Outside Shauna was waiting. Did Holly give them her name? Her mother would kill her if she bought the police to the door.

Holly shook her head and walked away, Shauna shouting after her,  ‘Come on Holly, it wasn’t that bad.’ Holly carried on walking, not looking back.

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