Bad Girl

fourteen: see what you've done

Two days after Ace's arrest, it was a moody Monday morning. Meaning I had to go to hell, aka school while Ace was put in prison for a long long time.

I was dreading it more than anything. I hadn't talked to Holly at all over the phone all weekend and never texted her. I knew it was her who told the police about Ace. I couldn't blame her, though. She did what was right, but couldn't she just hold it back just this once?

I thought I could've trusted her. She was my best friend after all. But I have to admit, I was pretty mad. I couldn't push all the blame on her. Anyway who wouldn't tell their parents about a stolen car?

I was the only one who knew about the money stashed in Ace's closet, and that was an extremely big risk. He told me after Holly had left the house in a hurry.

I sighed and rolled off the bed, shutting my eyes and hoping this would rid my headache. I really couldn't believe I was actually going to let Ace sleep in my bed. Holy crap, I couldn't believe I was going to kiss him. If the police didn't barge into the room, I would've kissed Ace Will.

However deep down inside me, I was very glad I didn't kiss him. After all, he was a bad boy. I was a good girl.

But none of that mattered at the moment. The more important thing was where the police were going to find the money-- if Ace hadn't told them already. And I knew where it was. I could be in trouble if I didn't tell the police.

I took a deep breath in.

After I finished my hot shower, I brushed my teeth and got dressed. I sat in front of my vanity and brushed on a little blusher and mascara to cover the eyebags underneath my eyes and the look of death. My feet were feeling itchy underneath the bandages, I felt like ripping them off.

"Hi Wicky."

I looked down to see Bob running towards me and clinging onto my leg. He had a dummy in his mouth. His nose was runny with snot and his dirty blonde hair was messed up. He was also in only his night-time nappies or diapers or whatever.

"Hey Bobby, why don't you go back to bed?" I asked, picking him up. Wow, he was getting heavier and heavier each day. I stood and up held him on my left hip, admiring him.

He gurgled something and pulled his dummy out of his mouth. "No." Then he put the dummy back in his mouth.

"I'm going to take you into your bedroom and then place you in your cot. Alright?"

Bob made a face with earned him a laugh from me as I carried him over the landing and into his small bedroom. His blue curtains were shut and his little cot lay in the corner of his blue bedroom. His wallpaper were tiny footballs everywhere and a glowering lamp stood next to the cot. His wardrobe was set next to the window and the dark blue carpet was covered in toys, and Legos.

I placed him into the cot and pulled the blankets over him. Then I tucked him in bed and then kissed him on his temple.

"Sleep tight," I whispered. I was about to say good night, but it was the morning so that would be quite strange. And also I didn't want to confuse Bob at all. Bobby nodded and closed his eyes. I carefully tiptoed out of his bedroom and closed the door quietly.

When I got downstairs, I saw my mum in the kitchen. Wasn't she like sick? She turned around when she saw me and frowned.

"Can you explain what happened last night?" she asked. I looked around for any scrunched up tissues, but the kitchen was completely free of them. I sighed and set my bag down on the counter. I jumped up and sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Mum, please can I explain to you after school? I'm going to be late," I mumbled, looking around. I grabbed the nearest apple off the table and bit into it. "Are you still sick by the way?"