The life of Hannah.

Chapter 2- meeting Evie

'I know exactly what's going to happen, and it's sad really' I exclaimed. I can often predict what's going to happen when my mum is concerned. Maybe they won't realize this time? But she's still drinking for fuck sake, why doesn't anyone see what this is doing to me?

"Han, sorry I'm late sweetie."

I turned my head to see a slim blonde woman, with stunning green eyes. I noticed how petite she was, however, her voice was bitchy, like one of those patronizing bullies you find in the school toilets.

"Firstly, it's Hannah." I exclaimed, gritting my teeth. I looked at her coldly "pft, good start, who are you?" Maybe I shouldn't be such a bitch, but I could tell she was once of those social workers who always try acting nice to you when they're only trying to find out the shit that lies within your life. They hardly ever help.

"Oh.. I'm sorry." A disheartened look impaled all over her face. "I'm Evie, your new social worker." She was indeed extremely pretty and she seemed OK so far.

"Listen, thanks I guess, but I don't need your help. Me and mum are fine. She drinks and I look after her."

A concerned look was plastered all over her face. This is something I'm used to seeing, especially from social workers, but they still didn't do too much about it. My mum needs help, not me being taken away. I'm just trying to get her to stop the drink, it's going to kill her one day.

The realization suddenly came to me that if Evie went inside, she'd realize just how unsafe this environment is and then she'd take me away.

'I have to stay strong' I thought, 'don't let her get inside of your mind.'

She was persistent, I saw right through her. She was the type to stick around until she found out every detail and attempted to correct the situation. Well, I hoped this was the case. I wish someone would just help for once instead of making the situation worse.

"hey." I proclaimed.. "should we go to the café to talk? I don't really think you'd like my house."

"I'm not going to judge you sweetie, It's getting rather dark, we should head inside. A storm is heading this way and I need to speak to your mum."

I turned my head towards her, a fire began burning in my stomach. I couldn't say anything.. I knew she wouldn't let it go.

She nodded at me, staring straight into my eyes. I could feel the knots in my stomach tightening.

'You don't know mum.' I started, but then I stopped abruptly.

She waited a couple of seconds, and then she began to go through my case file. I could see her eyes fill up, she did a good job holding them back. I stared back at her softly, maybe she was different. No other person had the same reaction. She might be the first person to actually understand the life I'm living.

I flinched as she raised her head and began speaking, interrupting the awkward silence.

"I'm glad I've finally met you. I've heard a lot about you. I'm going to be coming to see you once a week for six months. I'm going to assess whether your relationship with your mother is improving but my judgement is down to you. But before we begin, I really need to speak to your mum first."

Bile started rising to my throat. I felt like I was about to throw up.

"You can't talk to her. She's uh..."

I stopped mid-sentence. Am I such a hideous person for not wanting to take her shit anymore? For not wanting to stay here anymore, overwhelmed in my own depression, feeling the same things over and over again. Am I wrong for not wanting to be beaten every time I forget something? Or not do something for her? Or not give her money for the vile things in which are killing her?

I could feel my eyes begin to fill with tears.

"Honey, where is she?"

"She's inside.. but she's poorly, you won't be able to see her today, I'm sorry" I proclaimed. I'm used to hiding my feelings now. No way was I letting ANYONE see her like this. The reason I met Josey in the first place to get high was because today's the date my dad left her. Not that I can blame him. What an excuse to get fucked.

'I still need to speak to her honey, it won't be for too long, I need her to sign a couple of things. C'mon then, we'd best get started.'

it began getting rather cold, the clouds were almost black. I knew the storm was going to be bad outside. The wind was howling like a lonely dog on a cold winters night. But the storm we were about to face inside, was going to be a lot worse.

A hell of a lot worse.