Chapter Seven

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She knew, she couldn't refuse. The police were there, her mother was there, publicans were there. There was no way out. She walked towards the car. Again. This time, she knew exactly what she was walking towards. Pandora, Georgia and the police were conversing on why Pandora's behaviour was like this, what was going to happen but all Pandora did was roll her eyes.

It was a long time since the incident. Weeks turned to moths. Months turned to two years. Pandora still safe in Social Services Georgia visiting her twice a week, she never spent more than 10 minutes, there wasn't much to talk about between them. It was always Georgia doing most of the talking, Pandora looking down at Georgia would have bought her. Pandora had a heart of stone, so holding grudges is all she was able to do. But one day it got too awkward...

"So I hope we are OK, you know, after the whole incident. I hope we can just put it al behind us!" Georgia was smiling, she reached out for Pandora's hand but Pandora pulled away. "How dare you come and disturb me, I was happily here without your presence, if it wasn't for you, I would have been the most happy teenage girl in the world but you around just makes me so miserable..."

Staff were standing around Georgia and Pandora, it was embarrassing. "I think I'll go." Georgia said packing her bag. "No, Mrs Rickman, we need to discuss this, you stay here and I'll get one of my colleagues to speak to you, in the meantime, I'll escort Pandora away." Why hadn't Georgia's plan worked. Sending her to Social Services was supposed to change her behaviour but it didn't. Georgia watched Pandora walk away. That was the last time she would ever see her...


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