Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Family Meetings

Sorry for the late update guys. It's unedited so feel free to point out any mistakes xx

"It hurts really bad."

The child cried out in pain as I finish taking the last few seconds of his blood before quickly sticking a hand aid on.

"Oh stop whining kid. See all done now." I hush him rubbing his sore spot and he looks at me with an evil look in his eye.

"You hurt me on purpose-"
"No some things just hurt. Now get over it you little shit." Okay so I may be on my period. Or I may just be tired of this constant bulshitty routine of being in and out this place six days a week.

And I have had no progress with breaking Minho out, at all. I have no freedom. Like at all.

"Your mean." The kid complains and I roll my eyes at him. "And you're annoying. The other kids actually like me."

"Maybe because you don't hurt them."
"Well maybe if you shut your mouth-"

"Okay, I think that's enough for you Zach." Teresa walks over taking the kid away and he just shoots me a nasty glare sticking his tongue out before he jumps off the chair walking away.

"You're not supposed to scare the kids." Oh here we go. Miss perfect here to correct all my mistakes.
"Yeah well worlds not perfect what can you do." I let out a huge sigh so unbothered.

"Blake." She says in her warning tones raising her brows at me and then her eyes lift to the Steve standing behind me and I turn my head as he shrugs at Teresa and I grin.

"What is he supposed to do?" I scoff raising my eyes at her and she stands in silence defeated.
"We haven't talked, since the other night."
She slowly sighs changing the topic of conversation as she sits herself down by my side.

Oh god. I kinda liked when we talked never.
"Jack hey your up next buddy." I call up quickly so I can have any chance to avoid this conversation.

"Blake please." She stands now blocking my view and I sigh deciding to hear her out.
"Look I'm sorry-"

"Great now that that's done with let's get on with our days before you're forced to talk to me again." I mutter in a hurry as the eleven year old walks to me sitting on the chair holding his arm out.

"Blake." Teresa tries to get my attention once more and I groan.
"Okay can we do the bullshit conversation another time, like when I'm not stabbing needles in children's arms?"

I suggest as I hold up the sanitised needle and she slowly sighs taking whatever she can get as she walks away.
Finally I got her to leave.

"Bullshit?" Jack raises his brow at me and I widen my eyes at him shaking my head.
"Don't say that word."

"What word? Bullshit." This kid knows what he's doing.
I hear a laugh out of Bob and I smack Bobs arms hushing him up.

"Jack, seriously. I'm already a prisoner over here and a disappointment. You wanna give me more labels?"

"We can't say or do anything in here." Jack complains and I have an idea instantly pop through my mind.
"A while ago if we wanted to say some things we used to replace them with other words."

I grin so wide slowly whispering to him.
"Yeah, like what." He looks at me so eager to hear what I have to say.

"Shank, shuckface, Slinthead. You'll get away with it if you just keep what those words mean to yourself though." I warn him not to spread anything that get me into anymore trouble than I need to be in and he slowly nods very amused.

"Okay shank-"
"Hey, you can't use it on me." I roll my eyes and he laughs along as I giggle with him.
"Our secret language okay?"
I wink down at him and he tries to wink back, but it was a horrible attempt.