Broken

Chapter 22

"I need to see them," I said, Harry looking at me as if I had just slapped him hard in the face.

"What?"

"I need to see them, my- y'know? Face my fears," I tired to explain.

He looked as shocked as I felt. I hadn't seen my "parents" since I was 6 years old. It felt like my duty to myself to look them in the eye, face them after all this time. Harry looked doubtful but nodded and offered to take me to the prison in Thorn cross. I checked the visiting times and picked the earliest one possible. The sooner the better.

We walked to his house before jumping into his beat-up Volkswagen, which he rarely used. The Thorn cross prison was too far away to walk. He looked cute with his eyebrows narrowed, concentrating on the road.

He saw me looking at him and made a stupid face, making me laugh.

Harry pulled up outside the grey building, surrounded by tall iron fences, it looked like something from "Banged up Abroad."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, placing his hand on my thigh.

I nodded, " as sure as I'll ever be."

"I'll come with you," he said, opening the car door.

"No,no," I said quickly," I...I need to do this alone."

He chewed his lip nervously but agreed.

"Ill be right here if you need me," he whispered, kissing my cheek.

I took a deep breath and closed the door, looking back at his worried face.

The prison looked bleak and empty inside, butch policemen feeling me up to make sure I had nothing dodgy in my leather jacket.

I sat in the busy meeting room at an empty table, my stomach doing front flips. No. They can't scare me anymore.

The doors to the cells opened, a bunch of thugs and psychos filing out. I recognised them from a mile away.

Mums blonde hair looked greasy and knotted, Dad looking like he hadn't shaved for months. I felt ashamed to be their "daughter." They stared at me like I was an alien that had landed from space, Mums eyes watering slightly. I felt nothing.

They sat in front of me, dad slouched in his seat like he couldn't give a shit as per usual. Mum burst into floods of tears, hitting her head off the table. I looked down at her in disgust.

"You...you look so grown up," she breathed, sitting up and looking at me.

She tried to touch my hand but I pulled it away sharply, scowling at her.

"Don't touch me," I growled through gritted teeth.

She flinched, making me feel like I had power over her. She was weak. Pathetic. Dad looked at her and laughed, he hadn't looked me in the eye.

"What are you laughing at you... you disgusting little man," I said, slamming my hand on the table.

"Am I supposed to be scared?" he asked smugly.

I clenched my fists, I wanted to slap him hard across his stubbly face.

"You have ruined the first 6 years of my life," I started," I will not let you ruin the rest. You two are pathetic, cowards. I hope you rot in hell!"

I was on my feet, balancing my hands on the table and pushing the chair back so hard it fell to the ground. A security guard glanced over at me and I looked my parents in the eye, my fringe falling over half my face.

"I hate you," I said, mum howling in front of me.

I lifted my hand and slapped her wet cheek, the whole room gasping. I looked at dad to see his reaction. Nothing. No emotion.

"Coward," I repeated and ran towards the door before security had me in handcuffs too, my palm stinging.

Harry was outside, his hands shoved down his pockets.

"Kris-"

I threw my arms round him, my shoulders shaking as I cried hard into his chest. He felt tense at first before wrapping his arms round me and holding me tight, close to his heart.

"Your free now Kristen...your free," he whispered into my hair.