Chapter 8

Oscars POV

I'm so… annoyed. Stupid girl and her stupid lies. Why would she lie to us, to me? I thought I meant something to her, obviously I was wrong. Before I'd left the building, I thought I'd heard her crying and it serves her right. She lied to me, to my face. I can't believe she lied to me. After all I've done for her, how I've helped, she repays me by lying. I thought, I really thought she liked me. I mean she's been so sweet and friendly but to keep something like that from me… How could she? She, Honey, they were the same person and she'd made me think otherwise. The thoughtless bitch. No, she didn't care about me; she never had and was just using me to get to know her way around St. Hopes. But then she's a spy. She uses people, doesn't care really. Why would she? I was nothing to her, just a tool, something to be used, played with. She didn't care about anyone. And Frank knew about this the whole time. God, how could I be so blind! I was there in front of my face for all those weeks. I laugh grimly. She and Duncan go well together - two twisted peas in a pod.

I hit the wall in front of me, slamming my fist into what I hoped would be her pretty little face on Monday, if she even bothered to show up. I hoped I hurt her as much as she'd hurt me. I winced as the bones crunched but didn't break, and I let the pain wash over me. I sat back on my bed, nursing my throbbing hand. Stupid Kittie and her stupid lies. I thought she trusted me. Turns out I was wrong about her completely. Stupid girl. Carol knocked on the door and let herself in.

"Oscar sweetie, what's wrong? What's been going on? You've been thrashing about up here for ages since you got back from seeing your friends, sounding like a herd of elephants has been rampaging through and… oh my!" She gasped, her hands flying to her face in shock as she looked at my room.

The contents of my desk was strewn across the floor, my shelves about the chest of drawers were broken and hanging limply, my wardrobe was hanging open, the clothes in screwed up heaps everywhere. The mirror was shattered, the pictures and notices were torn and were spread everywhere. The mattress was hanging off the frame, the bedclothes tousled and the head-board had a rather large dent from where I hit it earlier.

I sighed. "I… I… sorry. I'll clear it up and will pay for a new mirror and stuff. I'm really sorry I just, it's, and I'm rather confused and annoyed."

She shook her head and smiled. "It's alright; we all get annoyed at times but maybe not ah as destructive as you. No, it's not that bad and won't take long to sort this room out. Why don't you clear up the glass, whilst I throw away these pictures and everything else that's been torn or broken."

She knelt down carefully amongst the wreckage, and began picking through all the bits and pieces. A bunch of the photos were too badly ripped, so she threw them in the bin, but one that wasn't so bad, she sighed and held out towards me. I took it, looked at it and scowled. The photo was of me and Kittie at the beach during the half-term just over a week ago when the two of us and Michael (minus Jack and her grandparents who were redecorating) had taken the little ones and the dogs to get them out of the house. It had been so much fun that day, just walking along the beach, Sophie, Tom and Cal playing in the sand, eating it, running away from the waves, me trying to throw Kittie in, Tom standing there shrieking with laughter as I nearly dropped her and then when I did drop her, she pulled me in too and the two of us just lay there on the wet sand, water rushing past us, laughing. It was a shame it had all been lies. I bet she wasn't their sister, just a stranger on cover.

"Such a shame. She's a pretty girl Oscar and I'm glad you found a good friend. You'd said you'd had a good time away with her last week and from the looks of this picture, you did."

I snorted. Good friend, hah. Friends don't keep secrets from each other.

"Do you want to keep it? It's not that badly ripped. I'm going to get a bin bag and a dust-pan and brush."

Carol left and I stared at the photo again. Carol was right. She was pretty and it wasn't badly damaged, but the girl in the photo was a liar. I didn't need reminders of her lies and deceit. I tossed the photo of the two of us smiling and laughing by the water into the bin. I didn't need her rubbish anymore. I had enough of that from my evil mother and invisible father.