BAD BOY ACROSS THE WORLD

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You said you wanted to open up Diane, this is your time. Look around you, you're on a rooftop, which isn't even allowed in this country with a social worker who is going to be there for you all the way. Just make sure you're comfortable" she reassured me smiling attempting as much to stay on her cool but then again I was kind of pushing it, probably to her max. I didn't know what to tell her. I didn't know what to do and to be honest I could trust her with all my life but currently no words were spilling out of my mouth. I had turned into ice.

Let's rewind this story a tad bit, you might be a bit confused.

After leaving Jayden standing in my front yard, I had walked out to find Janelle's black Mercedes waiting for me with her presence inside. I jumped into the passenger's side seeing her all dressed up and ready to leave, by the looks of it, we were going to be going somewhere fancy. Yay! "You ready to leave?" She asked glancing at me for only a split second before turning back to face the road with hard eyes. I was in her car, dressed up and ready to leave but something didn't feel right, something was odd about this and I wasn't that smart to find it out.

"Ready as I'll ever be" I sighed setting my elbow on the window staring out of it watching the sun setting. This feeling wasn't an ordinary one and I can assure to you now that no one would feel it on a day to day basis. "So where I we going?" I pushed all the thoughts running through me at the back of my mind and try to focus on what is actually important. This was all I cared about and I don't need my hormones to get in my way this time.

"Well just another restaurant I guess. We did agree on that didn't we because if we didn't then you need to let me know because I can make a right turn now and go to someplace where you want to or need to be" she gave me a worried facial expression which clearly stated that she was panicking. The thing about this though was what I needed and wanted was what had to happen, especially with social workers, they were there to help the kids and make sure that if someplace in the world that is hurting you, they have to be the rock that's there for you.

"No, no, I was just asking making sure we were still going" I made sure she wasn't getting the wrong idea of anything happening right now. Janelle was here to help me and trust me when there is someone here to help me, I would usually take any chances I can get my hands on. When you've lived my life, so without a father, sometimes the only things you really need are loads and loads of people to replace that one important person. Some people really do need replacing but sometimes it takes way more than a few people to take your mind of a betrayal, a betrayal that can't be removed and renewed even though you don't remember much of it.

Its how I felt when I was young but now living with my father, I realized that I needed way more than replacing to fix up my internal stitches.

The rest of the ride was pretty much silent which only seemed to consist of me gazing out the window wondering if this was the best idea or the worst idea but right now, I really can't help but make my mind blank. That text message, the words the writing and the picture, nothing made sense. The one time I expected to leave and return to find everything normal is the one time in my fifteen years of living that my assumptions are incorrect. How did I not see this one coming? It's why she actually sent me away, she didn't want me to feel sorry for her, she didn't want me to change. She wanted me to be safe focusing on myself.

"So, you coming or what?" Janelle asked after parking the car and getting out so we can go inside. What was happening to me? I coughed awkwardly before jumping up and out the car, if I had to run home tonight then that's exactly what I needed to do. Surely dad must have known about this but then again he was the one kid of gave it away, I just thought it was heat of the moment kind of thing. Though he never really gets angry, hence why everything hr said had to be true.

Addison Taylor aka bitch:

Isn't this enough for you to come back, I'm sure dead mommy would want her poor, ugly daughter the one she needed to get rid of to be at the funeral. That's the least you could do, I mean there's no doubt the stress you put her under was the cause of this or was it seeing her beautiful self, create or give birth to something so uncomfortably ugly. (Internal gag).

And then it would bring us back to where we started.

"I think I really need to go home right now" I burst out grabbing my stuff hoping that she would understand if I did choose to explain it all her. She would get the wrong idea though, she thinks she can drive me home, but unless her car can travel overseas to California where I do belong, then I will be needing a plane ticket immediately. I probably sound like a selfish ass to this women right now but she won't understand. My life is practically standing on the thread of that text message. I'm still thirteen, I really want to live unlike other people.

"Yeah sure. Let me drive you there" She rushed back in the car after shooting a confused expression to me. This lady is a social worker and the last time I checked, they don't leave you until what they get. If they wanted to keep running after a girl whose problems can't be stitched back together then they can keep running, I wasn't planning on stopping at any time though so you're going to need a lot of energy. Opening to someone new had just hit me in the head, it came beside the text.

"No, you don't understand. I need to go home as in home where my mum and brothers are. I don't think your car can turn into a submarine so could you please take me to the closest airport?" I asked hoping she would understand rather than giving me a long lecture about how my father should know, she would tell me about how it's illegal for a minor to get on a plane without their parent's consent, but right now I had to leave. My dad would surely say no holding me hostage in his humungous property.

"Diane I cannot provide that for you. If you want to get on a plane then you need to speak to your father. I'm sure you two can come up with a compromise" she raised her eyebrows not losing eye contact with the road ahead. And then we were back to where we started when I asked her. Is there no freedom in this country? Can a girl not pick up and leave without having to communicate? Is it impossible for someone's plans to go the right way they want or are they all going to end up like making a plot to go to the movies? It never works out when your friends make up excuses when the truth is their simply broke.

"See, you don't understand me. My mum is dead and my brothers are moving on. It's like no one remembers me anymore, like I was a peasant living with them and when I moved here, it was like they had just fired me or I quit my job. Nothing ever works out and you know you could be the best social workers but I doubt you'd be able to fix me back" I raised my voice. Nothing I was doing or saying anymore was under my control. Anger was slowly dominating my body and I felt like the week girl that had grown up inside.

Watching the little clips of my life as a little girl flashed through my mind. I had sat in front of the small television we had at the moment being unstable without my father looking at the little girl who had tears slowly pouring out of her eyes, racing down her face as if they were wondering which one was faster. That didn't last long though because soon enough it was like a waterfall that had fell onto the light brown carpet making it clammy and shadowy.

There were pictures plastered to the screen of her at what looked like a court room, her mother and father standing in the front where no one could go unless they had to or were ordered to by the lady at the high podium seated on the rotating chair. They flashed exposing images of her with a fairly young man playing around in water or having a water fight, sometimes increasing the number of people interacting. The last one ended at the little girl snuggled in the man's arms in front of a fireplace as he rested his arm around her mother's waist as if her were protecting her.

That little vulnerable girl was me, Diane Lee Thomson, I was a daddy's girl but he had to ruin that, he had to ruin the connection of electricity racing through our bodies.

Truth was though, that wasn't what surprised me though. A loud horn boomed through the environment and it wasn't long before nothing could be seen, no pain, nothing. Is this what the land of eternal sleeping felt like or was this just me trying to sleep in a car in the most uncomfortable position I could come up with.

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Shorter than others but thanks for reading.