hair back in a band so you can see her face. Sheâs lost some weight, but this is no time for telling her so.Â
âThey canât make me say it all, can they Mum?â she says.Â
âI donât think so. Maybe itâs best to think of ways of explaining without going into all the details.â Mum looks disgusted.Â
The doorbell rings and thereâs two of them. Sheâs young and friendly, but heâs older and heâs wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. He puts it on the kitchen table like he lives here and gets out a folder with âPhilipsâ on it. The folder already has lots of papers inside.Â
She does the talking, introduces herself as Sabina.Â
âThis is Mr. Duncan. Pete.â He doesnât look like a Pete. âThereâs always two of us on visits like this. Mr Philips isnât here?âÂ
âNo, heâs moved out for the moment. To some friends near here. He left the keys with us so he canât get in.âÂ
âHeâs never been violent? Except for the abuse, that is?âÂ
Abuse. Thatâs what weâve got. Like some illness. It feels sick, thatâs for sure. I hope we get well soon, like Chloe says.Â
âHeâs admitted it, so we can take it as read that it happened. Unusual that. But Iâve come across it before.âÂ
She means this happens to other people?Â
âI think heâs only just realising what heâs done himself,â Mum says. You can hear how angry she is.Â
âBut heâs an adult. He has to know what heâs doing,â I say.Â
âAdults arenât always as straight-forward as weâd like them to be.â Sabina smiles at me. Iâm not sure about that. Sheâs not going to treat me like a kid because of whatâs happened. I donât catch her eye.Â
âIt would be good to see you on your own for a while.â Sabina looks at her diary. âMelody, can we talk to you first? Then you, Hannah? And then George.âÂ
âMy nameâs Mel,â I say. She should have asked me my name, not looked at her diary.Â
âIâm sorry.â She looks like she might almost mean it.Â
I hate this. I hate them coming into my house and taking over, telling us what to do. I hate whatâs happening and I want to turn the clock back and I want to be with Raj.Â
Hannah goes back up to her room. Weâre all quiet as we hear her go upstairs and nobody looks at each other until the door closes and Sabina looks at Mum.Â
âWeâll talk to Mel on her own, Mrs. Philips. If thatâs okay Mel?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Mum gets up slowly and leaves the kitchen. She doesnât look like she wants to go.Â
âIâll be in the living room with George,â she says.Â
The door closes. Iâm playing with a knife on the table. My headâs well down.Â
âMel, I know this is difficult.âÂ
Do you? Do you know that, Miss Social Worker, Miss come into our house and wreck everything? Do you know that, Mr. Briefcase and folders with everyoneâs lives inside on white pieces of paper?Â
This is crap. My life is crap.Â
âIâm here to help,â Sabina says.Â
How did I know that would come next? Iâm here to help. Iâm here to help you tear your life to pieces. Iâm here to watch you squirm and tell me things you wouldnât tell your best friend. Iâm here to tell you what you can do, and Iâm here to make you do it.Â
âI know.â Did I say that? Who was that mumbling, looking at the table? I can see all the marks that knives have made on this table ever since I was little; before then, when I was sitting in a high chair throwing my food on the floor. In fact, this table is probably
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