"Jason didn't murder Alessandra!", I hiss.
"The neighbors saw a him running out of the house when a scream was heard," my dad roars his veins popping out from his neck from how angry he is.
"Don't yell at her," Jason snaps losing his patience.
"I ca...
"Yeah yeah do your fucking job and get these hand cuffs off," I say. The guard nudges me on the side of my stomach as he unlocks the handcuffs. I wince in pain as my anger develops wanting to end him right here right now, but I can't as it'll ruin my release.
"Bitch," the guard murmurs as I walk into the waiting room. I roll my eyes and flip him off throwing my famous wink.
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The guard grits his teeth causing me to slight giggle.
"Take a seat McCann," a female officer orders. I take a seat far from her desk and just patiently wait for my social worker to come. Thirty minutes later she finally arrives barging into the two glass doors.
"Hello Jason," she softly smiles.
"Sup Angela," I respond.
"Angela Rose?," the female officer utters. Angela averts from me now glancing at the officer.
"Vanessa O' Campo?," she questions.
"Yes, it's been so long since the last time I've seen you. How are you?," the officer I've came to know as Vanessa happily says. I roll my eyes leaning my head against the wall knowing these two are about to chat it up. After about ten minutes these two finally wrap the gossip up.
"Your daughter is beautiful," the officer says to Angela.
"Thank you," Angela smiles making her way towards me.
"Let's go," she motions for me to follow.
- -
"So where am I staying?," I say tiredly.
"Well I'm going to get you a job, so you can get yourself an apartment. In the meantime you'll stay at my home," Angela responds her attention remaining on the road.
"I can stay with Isaac," I protest not wanting to be heavily surveillance by her.
"No. Isaac has a record," she disapprovingly says. I let out a sigh as I look out the window.
"What type of job is it?," I steer the subject.
"Modeling," she responds.
"What? No way that's sissy stuff," I grumble.
"There's a lot of straight guys in the modeling world. It's a great way to make yourself some legal money Jason," she further explains.
