Ange (girlxgirl)

Chapter Six

I wake in Katherine's bed with a sore throat and headache. Katherine is in her chair beside the window, looking out and sipping her tea. She looks out the window a lot, always looking concerned and lost in thought.

'You're up." A cheerful greeting, considering at 5am I was high, had music on loud and was busted.

"Yeah." I sit up and look out the window, the mountains tops are covered with grey clouds and it is drizzling outside. "What's the time?" Surely I'm not going to school now.

"11, didn't think school was a great idea today. They have rang me about you, you know, worried that you won't keep up if you don't go on a regular basis, yet you always get in the 90% range."

"Yeah, I know. Dad told me about them ringing, he asked, 'what I was playing at," I said, 'nothing, I don't do sport.'"

Katherine laughed and then quickly stops. "He is trying," she says guilty for laughing.

"Why am I here?" I ask confused. "Never mind I remember," I say slightly embarrassed. The night comes back to me in a flash, mostly of me crying, I must have fallen asleep beside Katherine.

Katherine looks at me concerned and half angrily. "You do realise I'm telling your father about this don't you? I can't let away with alcohol and marijuana this easily." This is the strict and slightly bitchy Katherine, that I have grown to know as just Katherine even when she is nice.

My stomach is in knots and my palms are sweaty, I can't believe it. I poured my soul out to Katherine, I said things that only a few had heard aloud before and Katherine turns around and does this.

"Are you kidding me?" My temper flaring, I fling back the blankets and get out of bed. "I'm struggling obviously!"

"Well if you are struggling, tell someone, talk to someone." Utter calmness. Her pinky up as she sips her tea and stares out the window

"I told you!" I say exasperated.

"And I feel that I need to tell your Dad so he can get you help again." She turns and looks and me, standing there with my arms flung out. A few scars on my arms and a look of desperation, hopefully it is enough.

"I hate 'help.'" I say, putting the 'help' in air quotations. "They are a bunch of dickheads. Asking me what I feel, who I am, how I am. What the fuck do you think, dumb prick? Please. Just please. Don't tell Dad. I won't drink or smoke, I'll even go to school more often, hell, I'll even go to boarding school."

Silence. Tension. The cold drip of rain and the anticipation for Katherine's answer.

Katherine puts down her cup with a clink and sighs. "Ok, fine," she says defeated.

I breathe a sigh of relief and feel overcome with some sort of joy, I sit down on the bed feeling faint.

"But," Katherine begins.

My stomach knots again, this could mean anything.

"You have to take your medication, go to school everyday, stop drinking and definitely stop and I'm being dead serious, smoking pot. If I realise you're drunk, high, skipping school or off your meds. I will be telling your father and you will go to boarding school. Don't think I'm joking, I'm deadly serious."

And she is, from this point onwards Katherine isn't going to be fucked around by me.

I sit on the bed, grateful, but disgruntled. Katherine thought she could send me off to boarding school because she is my 'step mum', well she has another thing coming for her.

"Ok, I will do everything you ask." I can't be bothered starting something which would probably end in serious consequences. "I'll go to school and stop drinking and I'll stop getting high. Thank you, again." I smile and stretch, revealing a little to much stomach, so I leave. Leaving Katherine to stare out the window and thank her lucky stars that she had managed to control a girl with a well known reputation for being uncontrollable.