I jumped awake as the car drove over a speed bump, I wasn't usually one to fall asleep in the car but these last few days have been rough; almost unbelievable but not in a good way.
A tear rolled down my cheek as the unforgettable memory continues to replay in my mind. It was a normal day, I was staying at my grans and then the police came. Everything feels surreal and blurry yet in a way it's all too clear, yes I know that makes no sense, I just feel like I'm dreaming and I'll wake up but that's not the case. Their voices were as clear as crystal.
"Kaitlyn, are you okay back there?" Stef asked, glancing in the mirror with a worried look. Stef was my new social worker. I say 'new' but in all fairness I've never really had one before.
I managed to nod weakly, I've struggled to form words ever since I was told my parents were killed flying back from a business meeting in London. There was an unexpected collision due to an interference with the pilots headset. I was informed last week.
Stef smiled sympathetically before her eyes returned to the road. If you're wondering, I'm now on my way to move in with my new parents. My only living relative is my gran but she's not stable enough to look after me, turns out some ego inflated assholes were looking for a girl to take in to help with their house. They own some big company and apparently their house is huge. To be completely honest I don't know what to expect, I've never been further than a two hour radius of my home town and we've already been driving for five hours. I just want to get there and get the whole awkward meet and greet out of the way.
The car eventually pulled up to a large metal gate, I could see the house from here, it was big. Too big. I glanced down at my scruffy plimsolls before feeling slightly nervous. I already know I'm not going to fit in here.
As we reached the front door I tightened the hold on my bag causing my knuckles to whiten. Stef stopped the car and came round to let me out, who doesn't love child lock? I awkwardly shuffled my way out before following behind her. As soon as she knocked I felt bile begin to rise in my throat. I'm going to be sick.
"It's okay Kaitlyn. Just calm down and take a deep breath." I don't know how Stef does it but she can sense when I'm not okay. That's probably one of the only thing I like about her.
The door swung open revealing a very talk and extremely thin woman. "Can I help you?" Her tone was rather harsh and very British, I was expecting American.
"Mrs. Lawrence? I'm Stephanie King, the social worker. Today is when Kaitlyn is moving in." Stef gestures towards me.
"That's today?! Oh I'm extremely sorry, I-" she stopped on her tracks as she saw me. Her eyes scanned me up and down causing me to squirm uncomfortably.
"I thought you said this was Linda and Andrew Harrington's daughter?"
"It is, Mrs.Lawrence." Stef sounded just as confused as she did.
"This is not the girl I was expecting." Her gaze hardened, "She'll have to do. Well bring your items inside and go and pick a room on the second floor. I have to dash but we can become better aquatinted when we get back. You don't mind being alone for a few hours?"
I shook my head, I didn't want to get on her bad side and she seems like the type who only hears what she wants.
"Actually I don't think that's-" Stef tried to protest but was cut off.
"Great. Go and make yourself at home, have a look around. As for you Miss. King, you will have to follow me into the city with the papers or I'm going to miss the contract signing." Mrs. Lawrence didn't wait for Stef to reply, she just got into her car so there was no protesting.
I heard a sigh come from Stef's lips before she handed me her card, "call me if you need anything. I mean it Kait. I'll see you in a few weeks." She smiled towards me but our goodbye was cut short by a beeping of a horn which caused Stef to quicken up.
"Bye." I whispered quietly as I waved at her.
I watched both cars slowly descend the hill before turning my attention back towards the house.
"Now, where do I start?"