Prove Me Wrong

Chapter Six

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He stares at me intently, his blue eyes captivating me and my thoughts.

I want to look away but I can't. It almost feels like he's trying to tell me something, trying to make me believe something. Almost like we had something.

Something shifts in the back of my mind and I have to squeeze my eyes shut to stop the memory from coming out of its box.

I put it in there three years ago for reason. It's not coming out now.

I shake my head, my messy bun staring to fall out and I go to sit on the bed.

"How do you know Blake, Finn?" I ask, my voice hard.

"How do you know him?" He shoots back, his arms crossed.

"Finn, if it wasn't already obvious, he goes here." I gesture my arms around the small room. "I knew him before I was shipped off to Australia." I mumble.

He tilts his head to the side slightly opening his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"Now answer the question." I snap.

He sighs running a hand through his hair. "I'm your parol oficer so you can't tell me what to do. I don't have to answer your questions but you have to answer mine, otherwise I could be spending a whole lot more time with you." He smirks and that sends me over the edge.

"I don't have to do anything you say! You only have to make sure I don't get into trouble, not boss me around! I've been pushed and shoved, but never helped and now you're just adding to that list!" I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Talisha I-," he starts, his voice softening.

"Dont, call me that." I say through clenched teeth.

"Why?" My eyes snap up to his and I watch as he flinches slightly. Some parol officer.

"Because that's the name my mother taunted me with." I blurt out.

I push myself off the creaky old bed and race out of the room, fighting the urge to punch him in the face.

I can hear Finn's heavy footsteps chasing after me. Does he not have a brain?

I stop in my tracks and he barrels into me. His arms go around my waist, making sure I don't fall. My breath catches in my throat as the feeling of his strong arms around me reminds me of something.

I shove myself away from quickly once we've regained our balance. I turn to face him, seeing hurt flash in his eyes at my gesture.

What the?

"I-I thought you've been here since you were born?" He stutters at the begining, unsure of himself.

I let out a humourless laugh. "Well you've got that wrong. I was dumped here when I was ten." I say coldly but my heart's not in it. My muscles feel heavy and my eyes sting from the lack of sleep.

"Why didn't you run back home? You were ten, I'm pretty sure you would know your own address. If you couldn't have left, I'm sure you wouldn't found a way to esacpe. You're a smart girl" His voice contains disbelief.

"Okay, mister know-it-all. You want the full story, why I haven't run back to my family? Well you're going to get it." I flip my hair to the side, getting it out of my face.

I suddenly feel tired. My legs don't feel like they can suppurt my weight and all I want to do is slide to the floor.

Before he has a chance to speak I continue on, trying to look strong and fighting back the thoughts of curling up on the floor. "I couldn't run home like a perfect little child because I was stuck in the hospital. I was out for a week and when I woke up, my parents were gone. Left me. What kind of person does that? Just leaves their ten year-old child in the hospital, unconsious?" I can feel the hot tears pooling in my eyes and I blink rapidly to stop them from spilling over.

He just stares at me, sympathy creeping onto his face. I feel like slapping him.

"Why were you in the hospital?" He tilts his head to the side, confused.

"Car accident. We were arguing and my so called father wasn't looking at the road and we crashed into another car. I'm not sure if he survived or not, but if he didn't, good ridence." My eyes become hard and my face expression less.

"Now I've bloody answered your questions, now you answer mine." I say, my voice devoid of all emotion.

"Wait, but I don't understand why this wasn't on the file I got given about you. It said that you've been here since you were born."

I laugh humourlessly. "Do you really think that I want anyone that reads my file, to see that I was just dumped at a hospital? Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm not stupid." I push past him, starting to get a nauseated feeling. I need to lie down.

"Talish-," He catches himself, "Tally, get back here now."

I don't answer, trying to stop myself from crumpling on the ground, moving one foot infront of the other. My body feels like lead, sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Stupid grief. Why can't it just disapear and leave me be? Every time I talk about my childhood, the same thing happens. I hate it. I hate that I get this sick feeling. I hate feeling vulnerable. I hate how just suddenly I told Finn a part of childhood. I hate it.

It all becomes too much and I lean against the wall for support. I don't hear Finn's heavy footsteps so that means he must of left.

I let out a sigh of releif and squeeze my eyes shut. There's no way I am letting him see me like this.

My head pounds from the headache that's transforming in my head.

I let out a quiet groan and force my legs to shuffle the rest of the way to my room. I fumble with the door handle for a second, trying to push it open. I enter, groaning to myself.

I slam the door shut and not for the first time I wish I had a lock on my door.

I collapse onto the bed, falling asleep instantly. But it's not a dreamless sleep.

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