I hate to be patronised like that. Like I’m too stupid to understand the enormity of the situation or the gravity of my decisions, which only wise people, like him, should make for me. Sure, I haven’t been that smart until now, but that doesn’t mean an automatic void on my input on any of my wishes or needs.
And just like that, my annoyance and irritation spikes up.
“But what about my family, school, people who know me?” I stammer, appalled. “They will worry about me. Can’t we just go to the police and tell them about Mia, about how she did set the fire to the class? With the fire damage to the room and thirty witnesses that had to flee it, it’ll be valid enough evidence. I’m sure they’ll be able protect me”.
“Unfortunately, police can’t protect you from her. I told you, she’s an angel,
