The Social Worker lady smiled at me. I smiled back. This bitch was going down.
"So, Shawn your friends seemed worried. Do you want to tell me why the might be?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"I'm not sure. You tell me." I said in the same tone.
Her eyes narrowed. Mine narrowed back. The room was thick with tension, and I saw Jonathan loosen his tie.
" Well, Mr. Hunter you seem to be showing some hostility that makes me wonder if you're hiding something." Said the bitch from hell.
"Well, Ms. What ever the hell your name is, I'm only hostel when nosy people look for things that aren't there." I answered.
Yeah I know I was being a jerk, but she was pissing me off.
"Vella, it's Miss Vella."
Her tone had pasted sweet and was now evil.
"Miss huh? You look kinda old to not be married. I guess you couldn't find anyone who could stand you, and from the last five minuets, I can understand why."
I just went from jerk to asshole.
"Why you little..", Miss Vella began.
"Wow, I can see this isn't going anywhere. Let's try a different approach. Shall we?" Mr. Turner said with a pointed look at Miss Vella.
"Um..isn't of course, I'm sorry I must have lost my temper." She stuttered.
I smirked evilly at her. Her left eye twitched.
"What I meant to say Shawn is that we all care about you and want to help. Now from that bruise on your cheek and your defensive attitude shows that you might have some thing to tell us. Now why don't you share so we can help fix this for you?" Ms. Vella said with a tense smile.
"Well Ms. Vella, I am not being defensive. I am just annoyed that none of you will listen to me. I am fine, the bruise is from a fight I got into, and if you don't leave me alone I am going to get very angry." I ground out.
"I hope you realize Shawn that I can remove you from your house and put you into the foster home I see fitting just on the principle of possible abuse. So you might wanna work with us if you don't want to end up in a group home," she said tensely.
"I hope you realize I can report you for blackmailing me, and scaring me into telling you things that don't exist."
She glared. I glared.
Mr. Turner cleared his throat.
"You know I don't think this is getting us anywhere. Thank you for coming Ms. Vella, but I think Shawn would benefit more from our help. I'll contact you if we need you assistance." Mr. Turner said very calmly.
Ms. Vella looked at him and answered, "Once social services has been brought in they can't just leave when you want them to. I'm going to have to take Shawn with me."
Mr. Turner's face paled.
Mr. Feeny cut in at that moment. " Beatrice I don't think that will be necessary. Your father and I will talk about this. Thanks for your help."
Beatrice? No wonder she wasn't married.
Beatrice blushed and mumbled something about talking to her supervisor and rushed out the door.
"Her father?" I asked.
"An old friend who as a high position at the Child Welfare center," Mr. Feeny answered.
"Oh well this was fun, but I got class and stuff so I'll see the two of you later."
"Stop right there and sit. If you don't behave I can call Beatrice right back and you can go with her. Or the three of this can figure this out. It you choice Mr. Hunter." Said Mr. Feeny.
My eye twitched. Really need to get that looked at, but I sat down. It was time to figure things out. For better or worse.
Author's note: Yeah! I updated, and it didn't take me a month. I hope this chapter is to everyone's liking. I tried to make it a little long than usual. Thank for the awesome reviews. You guys rock!