The sun had long since fled and now the black car driven by hopes social worker pulled up in the gravel drive of elm tree house.
"we're here now" said the social worker impatiently when hope refused to get out.
"well I don't wanna be" she said her new jersey accent already seeping through the cracks of a new girl she was being told to be.
"hope please, we have been through this, the longer you live in the past then the longer it will take for a new better you to come out of its shell and get herself a better life" the social workers speech was supposed to be inspiring but to hope it was a load of patronising garbage that filled her with hate and anger for the man who had walked in on her perfect life and destroyed it with a simple letter.
"don't talk about riley like that, he's a better man than you will ever be" she said through gritted teeth getting out and slamming the door in the drivers face.
She approached the door and knocked expecting a kid like before to come and start a fight with her before shed so much as breathed in.
Instead she was faced with a middle aged man, mike as she remembered from a meeting her social worker had held too help her deal with leaving her home.
"hello hope, why don't you come in and take a seat, ill take these to your room" he smiled kindly, she didn't mind mike, she didn't like that he was going to be in charge of her now, she didn't like that he was taking her away from riley, she didn't like that he didn't want any sign of riley in her life but he seemed kind and almost as though he didn't want to be doing any of it.
"thankyou but I think id rather keep my bags with me, I haven't bought much anyway" she said, she couldn't trust him not to go through her things and take her box away.
"um okay well can I get you anything at all tea? Milk? Water?" she noticed he hadn't offered her coffee.
"no thankyou, I think id rather just go and sleep really" she said, though she knew she wouldn't sleep, she didn't sleep much at all.
Not anymore.
She was always so scared.
"okay, your rooms the one at the end of the hallway, top floor, next door to liams youll know when you see it" he said smiling, she tried to smile back but being in a kids home was bringing back too many memories.
Hope ran up stairs into the first empty room knowing it was hers, her bags hit the floor with a thud and she curled up in the corner burying her face in her knees letting her self cry.
She wasn't one to bottle up emotions; she held it in until the night time when no one was around to see.
Hope
Sun streamed through the windows and I realised I had possibly run into the smallest room in the house, against the opposite wall was a silver coloured bunk bed and there was a small chest of draws next to where I had fallen asleep.
The window was a small stained glass circle with a red rose in the centre it curved to fit the window frame and at that moment it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long long while.
On my chest of draws was two empty photo frames and my laptop that riley had given me last year to celebrate his band getting paid, they were getting big but that wasn't a good thing for me apparently.
My social worker decided that it would make it more likely for me to get involved in underage drinking and other crimes but it wouldn't. riley wouldn't have let me.
He was good, I was proud of him too, he hadn't taken the routes to fame like x factor where you had it easy he went up the ladder the proper way.
Riley had started out penniless, I had been about 5 when the band started out and they had gone on tour for about 2 years just trying to get big, they had been so poor and the first year I was aloud to go with them I had been so hungry I thought I was going to waste away, but things got better, things got a lot better.
They got popular and 2 albums later they were rich and headlining festivals across England, it was great. Then they lost there drummer, he got into a fight and sent to prison, that's why I was here, the press blew it out of proportion, rumors started floating round and I got thrown in here, to protect me, well I didn't feel very protected.
I got up and took my guitar out of its case leaning it against the chest of draws before looking in the small mirror on the wall and wiping away at dry tears.
I wanted to run, but if I ran I would definitely never see riley again, at least here I could keep in contact with him.
Then I remembered the social worker, he didn't want me having anything to do with riley anymore, I wasn't going to let that happen.
If they wanted to change me I was gonna give em hell before they even got close.
Care workers, social workers and councillors were the three people I wasn't afraid of.
It was the kids I didn't trust, like or want to speak to.
They were the ones who let you down, they were the ones who beat you till you were broken, they were the one who smashed memories before your eyes, they were the ones who took pleasure in hurting anyone smaller than them, they were the ones who 3 year old hope had hidden in wardrobes and under beds from, never care workers, never social workers and never councillors.