I know I'm bad

Everyone knew Ginger was messed up. That is why the police station decided to come up with a plan that will hopefully help Ginger. They sent her to church, and they scheduled a time for her to go to the police station once every week for her to understand what's right and wrong. When she ends up falling for the young, good-looking officer that is forbidden…What will she do? And will she soon realize her mistakes? Or stick to her own ways?


9. I Know I'm bad #9

I woke up and walked into Zachs room. I walked over to Zach and bent down and tried not to laugh. "So, when are you going to visit my mother?!" I screamed loudly enough for Zach to jump up in his bed.

    "Ah, uh. ugh, it's you." He groaned, falling face-first on his pillow.

    "That's so nice." I said rolling my eyes. 

     "You're the nice one," he muttered in his pillow sarcastically.

      "Well, thanks, Zach," I replied. I held my hand over my heart.

      "We're visiting her at 1:00 and you are going with us."

       My eyes went wide. "No, I'm not going. I'm sorry." I practically ran out of the room. 

       "Ginger. Ugh," I heard him mutter. A few seconds later he walked in the living room without a shirt and pajama shorts. He yawned loudly. "Are you alright?"

​        "I probably got to ask you the same question." 

        "I'm tired and you woke me up!" He groaned.

        "Ah, lighten up a little bit, grumpy and put a shirt on."


"I want to see Riley! That was the deal, Zach. I don't want to see my mom." 

     "She's your mom, Ginger."

     "Remember when I told you I had a mom but, I don't feel like it? We aren't close and your house is more like a home to me then being with my mom, Zach," I said.

      "It was the sherifs orders not mine and George is going with us. Behave Ginger." He said sternly. "I feel like I'm taking care of a child," he muttered.

       Anger boiled up inside me as I jumped out of the car. I slammed the door as he let down the window. He opened his mouth to say something but, I cut him off. "You don't know how it's like Zach! You don't know my mom! Yea, there was a time that she was actually a mom! S-she would take me to the park when I was like three! She would cook me dinner when I came home from school but, that was before my dad died! That was before she started blaming me of his death! I loved him! I would never hurt anyone defiantly my dad! She started drinking when I turned thirteen! I was beat up by her almost everyday! If I was lucky I would sneak pass her while she was a sleep! When I became fifteen I-I met Riley. She was a great friend but, she was older and she goes out to party every night. I thought it was cool so, I would ask to go along. I never tasted alcohol. I don't want to turn into my mom but, um, I would shop-lift. The point is Zach, I don't want to go back, please understand." I wiped my tears after I finished my rant. I didn't even realized I have been crying. "Please?" I pleaded. 

     I looked up at Zach and to my surprise, he had tears streaming down his face. "I'm going to ask if I can go alone," he said.

     "Thank you." I smiled through my tears.




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