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A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... we contact your parents." Normally the police wouldn't go this far for an average night of underage teenagers drinking but they smelled marijuana at the door, brought by one of the older guys, who is now in the back of a police car. Emmy and the ones who weren't lucky enough to flee in time sit in the living room as the police continue their search and questioning. Her friend Kelly sits there more worried than anyone as it's her house. "My uncle is a sergeant with your department, can you please call him?" She looks up at one of the officers with a sad, scared expression. "What's his name?" He asks. "Chris Jamison." Emmy answers. "Oh yeah? I know Chris. We'll call him." The officer nods. Soon after Chris arrives. Emmy sees him at the door, looking concerned as he talks with one of the officers. After everything is explained to him, Chris feels relieved. "Thanks." He says to the officer before walking up to Emmy. "Come on, let's go." He says as he takes her by the arm. She walks with him in shame. Chris slams the door as he puts her into his car. He doesn't talk for a few moments after he gets in and begins to drive away. "I'm sorry." Emmy says softly, nearly sobbing as she looks to him. "You were drinking, there was weed in the house, and I was told you were in a room with a twenty-year-old." Chris says sternly. "I didn't drink that much and I don't smoke weed and I swear we weren't doing anything." Emmy implores, only being truthful about the weed part. "I'm really ...

... disappointed in you, Emmy." Chris shakes his head as Emmy looks down. "You could have been date raped. You could have been hurt." He looks over to her briefly while driving. He looks over at her again and sees how regretful and shamed she looks. "Look, I was your age once. I just want you to be safe." He says softer this time, finding some empathy in his heart for his niece. "I'm sorry." Emmy fights back tears, feeling a knot in her throat. Chris looks at her again, sighing as he does so. He pulls up to the building. "Come on, I'm gonna take you up to your mother. She's waiting for us." He says while taking off his seat belt. "My dad came home today." Emmy blurts out. "What?" Chris looks at her, surprised. "They released him early. Something about the prison being overcrowded and his parole." Emmy slurs a little with her face resting on her right palm near the passenger window. "He's upstairs, he's staying here for a little while before he finds a place." Chris gets even more upset but doesn't show it. "Come on, let's go." He says while getting out of the car in a swift fashion. Chris marches towards the building while Emmy trails behind sheepishly. They make their way up the stairs. Chris opens the door. Ray and Pam are sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Emmy. Immediately Chris looks at Ray and Ray looks back at him. Emmy walks in slowly, looking down. Ray breaks his brief stare-down with Chris and directs his attention to his daughter. "What happened, Emmy?" "Your daughter ...