Dylan
The buzz of the competition lasted over the entire weekend and onto Monday, until I got home that was. When Carlos wanted to talk to me, the only thing that ran through my mind was what the hell had I done? Turns out, it was about REACH, which I had forgotten all about. And group therapy, gah!
Back home, I didn't mind going to the group therapy, back then my only problem was addicted to drugs and the lack of ability to escape the cops.
Now, its worse and I don't want to talk about it.
I'm sullen in the car there staring out the window.
"What's wrong?" Carlos turns his head towards me.
"Keep your eyes on the road" I didn't intend it to come out as sharp as it sounded. Carlos raises an eyebrow.
"Look Dyl-" Carlos starts to say.
I cut him off with a wave of my hand slicing the air between us. "Don't dare say you know what it feels like"
"But I do"
"No you don't" I practically shout, I can't help it. "You can't know because no one has done what I have done. I mean I was okay that year ago I was, I was like you, so if you met me then, then you could say went through the same thing because you'd be right. But when I-" I stop, realising I'm about to tell the guy everything. "So don't say something you don't mean"
I face the window taking deep breathes in and out. When it starts to rain my fingers automatically reach out to trail the droplets of water that drip down the window. I snatch my hand away when I notice what I'm doing.
I've always been obsessed with the rain, I would sit by the window and just watch the rain fall, I loved to make random patterns and trailing it- like what I was just doing.
His daughter already knows enough about me which is scary enough since it was based on intuition. I don't want Carlos, to have true facts about me.
I can't wait to get out of there. "I'll get my own ride back" I tell him.
"No you won't, I'll pick you up at the end of your session"
"I rather you didn't"
"You don't really have a choice"
I banged the passenger car door shut. "Fuck you"
"Dylan" He shouts after me, anger etched in his tone.
I carry on walking.
I don't hear his footsteps follow me until he firmly takes hold of my shoulders.
I jump.
"Get off me" I scream.
He shoves me up against a wall. "Don't ever take out your anger on my car and what did I say about swearing?"
"God, can't you leave me alone" I push him, hard so that he's off me, he's not touching me.
I run into the building, a secretary glances at me with a raised eyebrow. "Dylan Henderson" I tell her.
"The transferee, what happened to achieve that?"
"Last chance" I shrug.
"Umm, just sign the papers and then you can go in"
I just sign my signature then give it to her back then stalk off. "No running" she shouts behind me, so just to annoy her I run into the room and sit down.
"Eager are we?" a girl asks. I glance at her, she's albino with long straight pinup blonde hair.
"Couldn't be less eager"
The girl gives me a weird look then turns to her neighbour motioning crazy with the spin of her finger at her head.
I fly at her, I'm not thinking straight but that has always been me- act before I think.
We both crash to the floor the neighbour scoots out the way before he gets caught in the crossfire as the girl hits me back hard. We both roll over on the floor, I hear shouting in the background and then we are being pulled apart. I let them, the albino however doesn't, her eyes are blazing and she's kicking and screaming.
"Fighting is not tolerated at REACH" I'm sitting in an office being lectured minutes later. They had left me for five minutes to 'calm down', now I had a lecture.
"We've called your guardian and this will be noted"
Whoopee fucking doo.
"Do you want to tell us what it was about?"
I shake my head.
"Are you sure you don't want to say what it was about?"
I groan at the sound of that voice.
"How did you get here so quickly?" I ask Carlos.
"Answer the question" He snaps.
I look him straight in the eyes smirking. "How about no?"
"Were going now" Carlos grips me tightly, pulling me out the building. "And your so grounded"