HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader

08| Living Nightmare

     Ever felt extreme panic? Like those moments where you know something is going to happen but forget about it until the last second and then you're like, shit! Then you proceed to panic and run around doing random crap? Yeah. That's me currently.

My case-worker is coming today for a random checkup. 

She called this morning before I was even awake and sent the whole house into a panic. 

Rylan dipped and went straight to work, even though I'm pretty sure he was hungover. 

Ashlee is busy cleaning the kitchen, and Ginny is in her bedroom doing who knows what.

Quickly, I fold my blanket across my chest and place it on my bed, letting out a long sigh. 

  "Y/N," I snap my head towards the door. "Remember what I told you-"

  "If your case-worker finds out about what happens in his household, I will kill you, or hire a hitman to do it for me," I repeat what Ashlee told me earlier. "Heard you loud and clear."

  "You better have, and stop eating-" She snatches the granola bar from my hand. "You're going to get crumbs all over the floor." I glance at the ground, pulling my shirt down a little.

She leaves my room sighing heavily, upset that she has to care for me. I'd rather be here than a group home though.

I turn to the mirror, my hand running across my stomach.

I inhale a shaky breath, turning away from the damn mirror before I accidentally punch it as I've done before.

Whatever I just won't eat tonight then. But, right now, I have shit to do.

I hide all my 'graphic' drawings at the top of the closet in a shoebox from a pair of shoes Sasha gave me a while ago, the perfect place to hide something.

 I shove my backpack under the bed and then grab the broom from the hallway closet, sweeping the room.

I move my shirt that's on the floor and then see it, the bloodstain.

  "Shit," I mutter. I run to the bathroom and attempt to scrub the stain away, but only gets rid of some of it.

Thinking on my feet, I pull the carpet over the stain and back away, praying to Irene, Sierra isn't too observant. 

The doorbell rings.

I run out into the living room and there's my case-worker standing in the doorway. She shakes Ashlee's hand with a professional smile, but when she turns to me it turns into a real smile.

  "Y/N!" She engulfs me in a hug. She smells like a mix of vanilla and strawberries, a calming scent due to the fact she's one of the only people who actually understand me. "How has she been?" Sierra pulls away.

Her name is Sierra Jones. She's a twenty-year-old college student who does this as volunteer work.

The system has been so overcrowded that the government had to get people who aren't exactly qualified to do the job, all they have to do is take classes and do the proper paperwork.

She may not be a qualified case-worker, but she's honestly the best one I have ever had. Her personality is beautiful just like her looks. 

She's perfect in every way and she's the person I'm closest to currently.

"A bit of a trouble maker but over-all good," Ashlee responds. I make eye contact with Ginny, quickly looking away. 

I'd rather not look into her eyes that are full of lies and hatred. "What do you want to look at first?" They walk away.