Chapter 21

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Cheryl's POV

It was tense in the house for the next few days. But then, it always was when mam was home, especially now with all 

this sh!t. 

We had another argument about seeing the shrink lady. I refused to see her again. Simon had to step in 

eventually to calm us down.

Me eye was looking good though. The bruising was almost gone now. I think I should be able to go to school 

tomorrow -- if the warden allows it. 

I missed Kimberley. I wanted to see her. I needed to... I dunno -- Talk? Weird. 

We've hardly spoken but she's the one I want to talk too... I heard a soft tapping on  me door that took us out of me 

dreaming. It had to be her, Simon doesn't 'tap'. I opened the door slightly.

"May I come in?"

Since when do you ever ask for permission for anything? I shrugged and left the door open. She was going to come in 

regardless. 

I went to sit on the corner of me bed. "Your eye is healing nicely." She commented. It almost sounded as if 

she actually cared.

"Yeah. I think I'll go to school tomorrow -- if that's alright with you?" I said bluntly.

"And your hand -- how is it?"

"It's just fine." There was silence again. "Will that be it? Or do you want to check for any 'suspicious' items I might be 

hiding?" I chided.

She looked uncomfortable. Good, I thought. "I don't think that will be necessary." She didn't move. She was just 

standing there like a statue. 

'Statue' suited her perfectly: cold and lifeless. "You didn't tell us that this lad assaulted you. That he was drunk."

I looked at her blankly. "I did tell you. You wouldn't listen. You never do. You just accuse us of being a drug addict or 

a delinquent, or any other fancy word you can come up with." She said nothing. 

She usually always has something to say, especially when I talk out of turn, but I was too annoyed to think any more 

of it. "Are we done?"

She paused again, but whatever she wanted to say, she kept to herself. 

She dipped her hand into her coat pocket for something and handed it to us. It was me phone.

"Should I drop you off tomorrow morning?"

"No thank you, I'll arrange with Sarah to pick us up." She seemed satisfied with that and quietly left the room.

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