Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jan 29, 2015 20:53:18 GMT -8
“The secret to getting away with lying
is believing with all your heart.
That goes for lying to yourself,
even moreso than lying to another.”
- Author Elizabeth Bear.
Cara bit back a whimper as her social worker's fingers dug into her arm as he once again reminded her that what they had spoken about in his office was not to get mentioned to anyone else. She swallowed hard as she nodded her head, her knees almost weak when he finally released her from his vice-like grip, though she locked them up so that she could at least keep a little dignity... or at least as much as she could thinking of where she had been for the past few hours.
She remained where he left her as he drove away, and only once the tail lights faded into the darkness that now surrounded her did she actually look around. He had dropped her at the darkest edge of the parking area and she wrapped her arms around her stomach, ignoring the cool air on her bare arms, just thankful that the evening's outfit had included tights, and made her way toward Blue House. She knew that the main thing she had to worry about was that he had dropped her off after curfew and she was going to get into trouble... at least more trouble than what was going to face her for skipping gymnastics that afternoon.
Entering Blue House, she kicked off the strappy shoes that she was wearing - completely inappropriate for the time of the year - and ignored how wet and cold her feet were from walking on the grass. She hoped that for how late it seemed - even though it wasn't that late and a Friday night - she made her way to the common room, she was feeling a little light-headed and knew that there was a fruit bowl in the common room, a small banana would tide her over until the morning and she would burn the seventy-three calories off while heading up the stairs to her room.