Well, that didn’t go well. Here you are in the back of a police car, Sargent Coyle’s police car. The officer who was basically a family friend. If things couldn’t get at worse your friends ditched you, and now you were all alone. You knew hanging out with collage aged kids would get you in trouble. But being the stupid teenager you were bribing you with beer was enough.

You and your “friends” were setting off fire works near a abandoned gas station. Not the most subtle or fastest place to do anything with fire or explosives. But as soon as officer Coyle appeared your friends booked it leaning you alone. You didn’t resist, you knew it would be stupid if you did.

Now here you were at the back of a police car, too embarrassed to look Coyle in the eye. You didn’t recognized the music playing on the radio as you already felt like your life was ruined.

“You know, you were the last brat I expected to be out this late doin’ something like this.” He commented as the click of his lighter lit up his cigarette. You stayed quiet. Then your heart stopped racing as he pulling into the woods nearby. Why wasn’t he taking you to the station.