You Wouldn't Kill Me

Hi, I Know What You've Done-Chapter 1

Jaime's p.o.v

I sighed as the guards finally told me I could go. I jumped off my hard bed and walked out the door, them following close behind. I saw my usual guard that I liked to have a little fun with. "Oh Gary, I'll miss you most." I pathetically choked out.

"Don't worry kid, you'll be back here before the next month." He told me in his 'stern voice'. I laughed and continued till I was out to the lobby. The receptionist was chatting to a young guy with long brown hair. Okay this guy was hot! Not that I would admit to anyone I was gay. I picked on the gay kids at school, I acted like I despised it. Really I just despised what I was. If I usually liked a guy I flirt, but in a way that was fake and I could deny liking them. In this world you had to protect yourself first, if anyone else. I realised I'd have to wait for my social worker to pick me up and I watched the guards talk amongst themselves, so I strode up to the guy.

"Hey." I beamed at him.

"Hey, what's your name Spiky?"

"Jaime, but you can call me Spiky if you want."

"What about Dragon?" I was taken aback for a moment. Dragon was my tag. He turned back to the receptionist and grabbed some files. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You aren't gonna be my foster parent or some shit are you? I have a fucking brother okay I don't need useless people telling me how much I'm 'screwing up my life'." I yelled the last bit at the receptionist.

"Actually." He had a smooth yet strained voice, it was sexy as fuck. "I'm your new social worker." I laughed in disbelief.

"What happened to Barry?" I looked at the receptionist.

"Look I've been assigned to you, I intend to do my job. Now grab your things and lets go." He made his way towards the door and I just stood there staring at him. Yeah Barry had been a terrible social worker, I liked it that way. He gave me a look telling me to hurry up. I sighed, slowly turning to the receptionist and taking my bag from her.

"See you soon Doris." She gave me a small smile as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked past my oh so wonderful new social worker. We walked out of the plain concrete area out to the street. "So, I never even got a name from mr 'I'm gonna do my job'."

"Vic." He seemed unmoved by anything I did since I flirted with him.

"I don't get a last name?" Usually I'd do a bit of research on my social workers, well really Barry was the main one I'd had. I guess I'd just have to do things the old fashioned way and learn from how he acted, which luckily was something I was great at.

"Nope." I laughed.

"Seems a little unfair don't you think? You know almost all my public history thanks to that little file."

"Exactly it's public, anyone can find this stuff out." He was interesting this Vic. I was actually having a little trouble reading him. I could tell he was stubborn and smart though.

"Wouldn't your last name be the same?" He didn't say anything, instead pulled some keys from his pocket and unlocked the car closest to us. It was pretty nice I guess, black and clean. I went to sit in the passenger seat but he stopped me.

"Back."

"I'm not ten you know?"

"I know a lot, now sit in the back." I looked at him, not believing what he was saying. He refused to budge and I sat in the back. The car was even cleaner on the inside. He hopped in and started to drive, not saying anything. Whatever, really he was frustrating me. When we arrived at my shabby house I climbed out.