Prove Me Wrong

Chapter Four

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I giggle at the ridiculousness of what he just said.

"I see you find this funny Tally." He tilts his head to the side, studying me with cold eyes.

"Well yeah. I'm fourteen and you're accusing me of murder." I force another giggle, trying to play innocent, but I know exactly what he's talking about.

He frowns. "Tally, you can play innocent, but I know you know what I'm talking about." His voice drops into a tone that would make fully grown men cower. I wince inwardly but shake it off.

I lean back in the wooden seat, folding my arms over my chest, a girly smile plastered on my face.

"Lee. Why would I want to murder someone?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Now that, is a very interesting question." He taps the pen against his chin again. "One that I think I've worked out. But what matters is the fact, that when we found you unconscious on the ground. You had the knife in your hand that killed your mother."

My face hardens and my fingers dig into my arms, the pain shoots up immediately, giving me something to focus on.

"Tally?" He asks. "Tally. Answer me."

A scream rips through my throat and I sit bolt upright, gulping in the air around me, my heart trying to burst free of my chest.

"Tally. Answer me." My head snaps in the direction of the voice and I see Finn, sitting next to me with concern written all over he face.

I push myself away from him immediately, the bed creaking under me as I do so.

"Get away from me!" I scream at him, my eyes darting everywhere around the room.

My hands begin to shake violently and I hug them to my chest, bring my knees up also.

"Get away from me," I whisper, looking down, not bearing to meet his eyes.

"Tally." He insists, placing a hand on my arm. I flinch away from his touch and his hand recoils.

"Tally, your okay now. You collapsed on the ground suddenly, but your okay now." He fidgets with his hand, and his voice carried something more than the average concern.

I frown, my hands still shaking and my knees hugged to my chest. It's then that I realise that there are other people in the room.

The other guard that came with us is leaning against the door with an amused smile on his face, and a woman that I haven't seen is years stand at the end of the bed.

I look around and see I'm in my old room and my frown continues to grow.

"Tally, what's wrong?" He asks, edging closer to me.

"I thought I told you to leave," I spit, shooting him a glare.

His eyes widen slightly and he opens his mouth to saying something, but thinks better of it and closes it again.

I avert my gaze, biting my lip to stop myself from saying something I'll regret.

My hands slowly start to stop shaking and there's a loud sigh before the bed shifts and Finn stands up.

I keep my head down as the three of the leave the room. When I hear the door shut I grab the pillow from the end of the bed and throw it across the room, letting out a silent scream.

"I don't remember," I mumble.
I push myself off the bed and walk to the bathroom, splashing water on my face.

When I look back up at the mirror I'm horrified by the site I see. My hair's a bombshell, my amber eyes look dull and and my skin is pale and blotchy.

I let out a huff and grab my make up bag, trying to make myself look less like a zombie. I quickly reapply my makeup and whip my hair into a messy bun before walking over to my closet. Hoping for some miracle that there are clothes in there.

I wrench open the closet doors to see a uniform hanging on the rack.

A brand new uniform as well.

They can't be making me go to my final year of school?

I let out a groan and slam the door shut.

Stupid school.

My bedroom door creaks open and I flip around to see Finn standing in the doorway.

"I Thought I told you to leave." I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes hard.

"Yeah, you did. But I came back to let you know you've got school tomorrow." He says in a monotone voice, looking down.

My fingers dig into my arms and I press my lips together.

"Yeah I know. Now get out."

"Also came to tell you that I'm your assigned parol officer for the next three months."

My eyes widen and I drop my arms. A smile starts to creep onto his face.

"Your my what?"

"Honestly Tally. I hate repeating myself, but for your sake I think I'm going to have to. I'm your official parol officer." A smirk starts to play with his lips and in one long stride I'm up in his face and he has to take step backwards.

"Don't. You. Dare." I push past him, walking down the hallway, passing dozens of occupied bedrooms.

At least he's in his right mind not to follow me.

God, he's lucky he's still in one piece and now he's teasing me and he's my parol officer?

They really are trying to make my life a living hell aren't they?

I pause mid-step, realising something.

I wonder if Noah is still here.

I make a left down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the wooden floorboards. I walk up a set of stairs to another hallway of bedrooms.

Fifth door on the right.

When I reach what I hope is her door. I pause, taking a deep breath.

I push open the flimsy wood without knocking, to see a set of familiar green eyes staring at me.

I grin spreads all over my face.

"Hey Noah."

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