The Very Secret Affair (Discontinued)

part 4 - not my day.

Chapter 4.

When I got home I went straight to my room. I was sad to even call it that, because that meant I was staying. Everyone threw questions at me, but I didn't even listen. I had just lost yet another chance of normality, but I didn't know what was instore for me. I layed on my bed, and felt the warm tears treackle down my face and down my neck. Water dripped into my mouth, and I flinched abit. I got a tissue and blew my nose before snot left my nose. I started to wail as I realized what I had really lost. And it was alot. My social worker burst into my room.

"what did you think you were doing?!" she screamed. I turnt around and showed her my wet face. Her face dropped as she apologized.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

she sat down on the bed next to me. But I felt a sudden rush of hate towards her, and pushed her off.

I carried on crying.

"listen, I-I" she pieced her words together.

"I just wanted what's best for you." she finally spat out. I turnt around, suprised that those words even left her mouth.

My social worker had blonde hair and blue eyes. The "pretty" kind. Big curls that went past her shoulders. Bright red lipstick that brightened her face even more.

I looked her up and down. From her pointy, brown, high-heel boots to her very pointy chin.

"the best thing for me? I know your blonde, but I didn't think you were THAT dum."

she raised an eyebrow at me.

"excuse me!" she said, raising her voice.

"you don't scare me, you little slut. Haha, you think your the almighty, wearing your miny skirts and wiggling that ruler you call a bum around. Your such a desperate-"

"wait a minute. Who the hell do you think you are talking about me like that," she interupted. "do you know what goes on in my life? No, so why are you saying these things?! All I try to do is help you, and you throw this back at me!"

"well OK then. what goes in your life? hmm, I'm guessing by your smell you got drunk last night. hmm probably a one night stand. and your probably pregnant as we speak? right? you don't even care about me do you. your just in it for the money, well babe, i will make your life hell. tit for tat. heard of that saying?" i shouted, almost red with anger.

"haha! your one funny little child aren't you. your parents left you so you have to lash out at me. well listen, love, i can make your life hell too!" she replied, almost as angry as me.

I froze. shock filled my spine, and i couldn't move. It was like I was paralysed. Then I went for it. My hands left my side and hit her face, making a loud noise. You could tell it was a big connection.

"you whore." I shouted, thinking the slap was not enough.

"you bitch! you escort! you prostitute!" she yelled at me. Then regret filled her face.

"what did you just call me?"

she mumbled.

"what did you just call me?!" I shouted, getting up out my bed.

"look I didn't meant it, I-I"

"you, you what? If I were you I'd get out of my room now," I warned.

She seemed to not get the message, and stood there like the idiot she was.

"get out of my room!" I yelled.

She clip-clopped her boots out of my room, like she knew too. That just wasn't my day.