He jerked back, hands covering his face.
The headmistress folded her arms. Well, now we can see where she gets it from.
It s not true, Daddy, they re lying! Katie clutched her schoolbag to her chest like a dead rat. She d dyed her hair again jet black and straight, tucked behind her ears, her big blue eyes puffy and pink, a metal crucifix around her neck. Her white shirt was rumpled and stained, the green-and-yellow school tie at half-mast.
Get in the car. I wrenched open the passenger door.
How can you take their word over mine?
Get in the bloody car, Katie.
Dr McDonald peered out from the back seat. Is everything OK?
Katie slumped into the passenger seat, then turned her smile on the psychologist. Stuck her hand out. Hi, I m Katie, Ash s daughter, really nice to meet you, I love your hair, it s great.
Thanks, I like yours too, it s very goth.
You wouldn t believe what s happened the teachers never liked me in that place, it s a factory for churning out brain-dead drones it s like a complete misunderstanding.
I thumped myself in behind the wheel and slammed the door. Stabbed the key in the ignition. Seatbelt. The headlights cut through the darkness.
Honestly, Daddy, I didn t do anything, it s all
You beat up a girl two years younger than you. Seatbelt!
It wasn t like
I stamped my foot on the accelerator and jerked the Renault out onto the road. Is that what we taught you? To pick on people smaller than yourself? Is it?
I didn t Deep breath. OK, yes, I got into a fight, but you should ve heard her, she was going on about how all the police are fascists and racists and corrupt and why can t you catch proper criminals instead of victimizing real people. And I know for a fact it s because her dad got done for drink driving last week. I was only sticking up for you.
You made her eat dirt.
Round the roundabout, leaning on the horn to shift a flat-cap-wearing corpse in his bloody Volvo.
Katie was staring at me, I could feel it.
What?
You made Uncle Ethan eat dirt. You dragged him out into the back garden and you made him eat dirt till he was sick, then rubbed his face in it.
That was different.
You broke his nose and his arm.
You know that was different! Houses flashed past the car windows as I took the rat-run through Barnsley Street.
And he s not your bloody uncle. Don t call him that.
Mummy called him that. Arms folded, bottom lip sticking out.
Actually, Dr McDonald s voice was a high-pitched squeak from the back seat, could we slow down? I mean it s a twenty zone and we re doing about forty and I really don t want to die in a car crash, so could we please
Does your mother know what you ve been doing? The drinking, the bullying, the fighting? Your teacher showed me letters from the local shops you re barred for shoplifting! My own daughter s a thief!
I didn t
I ve been standing up for you all this time, and you I believed you.
They re lying. They re all lying!
Look out for the bus!
I jerked the wheel to the right as some moron bus driver pulled out without looking. Roared past him. The bastard had the cheek to flash his lights at me. Lying, stealing, drinking what s next: drugs? Or are you already
You can talk! You ve been on drugs most of my life!
Fuck s sake. It s medical, it s different!
It s always different when it s you, isn t it? It s different. It s different. I HATE YOU! She thumped back into her seat: legs crossed; arms crossed; staring out of the passenger window; muscles bulging in her jaw; lips moving as if there was something bitter trapped behind them, trying to escape. A tear ran down her cheek, she didn t try to wipe it away.
Right onto Craighill Drive with its tall sandstone buildings and line of boutique shops.
Ungrateful little brat.
All this time. Playing me for a bloody idiot.
Dr McDonald cleared her throat. I know this seems pretty irreconcilable at the moment, but if you d both just talk about how you really feel, I mean openly and honestly, I m sure we could resolve it?
Katie kept her quivering mouth shut. I didn t say anything either.
I know you don t really hate your father, Katie, you re hurt because
Shut up, OK? Shut up. You don t know me. Nobody knows me.
And that was it. Dr McDonald tried poking her nose in a couple more times, but she was pissing into the wind all on her own.