Prove Me Wrong

Chapter Three

yolz again. he's chapter three guys. i personally don't like it but I'm posting it anyway so yeah.
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As I walk out of the plane I spot another guard and a small crowd, most likely waiting for their loved ones to arrive. Finn grabs my shoulder lightly and pushes me in the direction of him. I shrug out of his grip and step away from him before giving him an icy glare.

How many of these do I have to give him before he gets the picture that he can't touch me?

"Hands off." I warn and sashay over to the guard.

When I'm out of hearing range I let out a string of swear words before shoving my phone in my bag and swinging it over my shoulder.

This is going to make it a whole lot harder to run.

I let out a breath through my clenched teeth and walk over to the doors of the airport since I have no luggage.

Brilliant. No clothes. This just gets better.

The new guard nods his head in the direction at Finn before his eyes travel up and down my body.

Are all my guards going to check me out?

I smirk at him and purse my lips, stifling laughter when he winks at me. I throw him a playful wink back and I see a smile cross his face as I flip my hair in his direction, walking towards to the door.

Now or never.

I pick up my pace a little, but not too fast to make it seem obvious. I can hear Finn's and the guard's footstep behind me, but they don't sound close.

Good. Head start.

I walk out the doors of the airport, fixing my crop top when I'm assaulted by a bunch of cameras.

"What the f-." I'm cut off by Finn who slides an arm protectively around my waist and I jump, uncomfortable. I try squirming out of his grip but he holds onto me tighter, not letting me go.

Pervert.

He leans in close, his lips grazing my ear and whispers, "Somehow they caught word of your arrival, so I can't have you running off now. Especially in this crowd." I can hear him smiling and it takes all my effort to not elbow him in the ribs.

Camera's flash and despite my huge disliking for Finn, I bury my head into his shoulder so the crowd can't see my face. Although they already know who am: 'the-girl-that-got-deported.'

His shoulders shake a little and I know he's letting out a small chuckle. I punch him in the side and he shuts up, pushing through the crowd a bit faster.

Why are there so many people here? I didn't think that the Australian news was broadcasted here.

I clench my teeth together before standing up tall and shoving myself away from Finn. My heels click sharply as I walk through the crowd. My eyes are hard and mouth is pressed into a thin line.

Stupid media.

I can see the black car up ahead and walk faster so I'm almost jogging.

I'm about five metres away from the car when I trip on my heels, letting out a quiet shriek. When I'm sure my face is about to smack against the concrete I feel arms wrap around my shoulders just before I hit the ground.

"Let go of me, Finn." I mutter, slapping at his arms.

He pulls me up and turns me around quickly so our noses brush. My breath catches in my throat as I stare into his swirling blue eyes. My face softens and I feel my legs turning into jelly.

A memory tugs at the back of my mind but I shove the thought away and place my hands on his chest, pushing him away. His face is stunned as I brush my hands on my skirt.

I pull open the passanger door and jump in, Finn right behind me and the other guard hopping into the drivers seat.

Finn opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "Don't."

I turn myself away from him, resting an elbow on the arm rest and looking out the window as we leave the airport behind us.

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"Wait. What?!"

As we pull up infront of the foster building, I have to squeeze my eyes shut as hundreds of memories flash acorss my eyes.

We can't be here. Please not here.

"I thought I was staying with my aunt." I still have my eyes closed, trying to stop this sudden wave of sickness I feel.

"Your aunt is unable to look after you at the moment." He clears his throat and turns away slightly from me, obviously uncomfortable.

"What?" I spit, confused.

He shakes his head and doesn't elaborate so I cross my arms and let out a big sigh. He forces me out of the car but as he grabs my arm I elbow him in the ribs.

"Don't touch me Finn. I am not going in there. I can't go in there." I hiss but my voice cracks, revealing the desperation in my voice. I watch as sympathy seeps into his eyes. My lip curls and my face hardens - I hate sympathy.

"Tally," He says quietly, grabbing both my arms. "You've got no where else to go." I shake my head at him, closing my eyes when I meet his gaze - the memory still at the back of my mind.

"I'd rather stay at a detention centre then there."

"Yeah, cause when you were first there, look how much that helped." He tries to suppress his smile but it doesn't work.

"If you speak one word of that, you'll get something more then a bruised rib." I warn before I stomp on his foot, loosening his grip. I throw my bag over my shoulder again and start walking up the steps to the memories I thought I had left behind years ago.

As I push open the door one memory is clear as day in my mind. After three years of keeping it locked away, it's now front and centre of my head, forcing me to give it my attention.

I close my eyes and slump against the wall, falling to the ground as the memory washes through me.

"I'm Detective Lee." His voice was as smooth as velvet and it helps me calm down despite my situation.

"You are Tally Quinn, correct?" He asks, pulling out a small black note pad for him to write on.

"I am." I nod my head and I could feel my loose ponytail hit the back of my neck as I do so.

"Just a few questions for you, Miss Quinn." Why is he calling me miss? I'm only fourteen.

I shrug and continue to listen to what's he's saying.

"Or Tally. Can I call you Tally? I feel we've become friends these past few seconds. Can I call you Tally?" He taps his pen against his chin and I sit there stunned, holding onto the base of the chair with a tight grip, causing my knuckles to turn white.

"Sure," I say slowly, baffled.

"Thank you. Thank you very much. It's important you feel comfortable around me, Tally. It's important we build up a level of trust. That way I'll catch you completely unprepared when I accuse you of attempted murder."

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