Safe me from myself.

Frank's POV

"That's it Franklin I have had enough!" the woman who was looking after me screamed at me.
"My name is bloody Frank. how more do I have to keep on fucking guest tell you this!" I shouted back.
"You bloody well pack your bags right now and get the hell out of my house!" She shouted at me .
"Well if would do that if I didn't have a fucking tag on my ankle!" I said and looked at the woman who looked like she could kill me right now.
"I'm phoning your social worker and then you can be their problem! so I suggest you pack your bags!" She said loudly.
"Okay then." I said and shrugged my shoulders and walked off and packed my bags.
by the ime I was done my social worker was in the sitting room waiting for me.
"Come on Frank." My social worker sighed and got up and walked out the room around I followed to their car.

"Frank you can't keep on doing his." Tony sighed.
"Not my fucking fault the Bitch never liked me, and I never promised I would be good." I said and looked out the window.
"It's not the point Frank. You need to be some where because of your tag." Tony said which made me sigh loudly.
"And it's not my fault the fucking Bitch ratted me out." I muttered but Tony heard me but choose other one comment back.
"I've managed to find somewhere for you to go. This family are excited of have you staying here with them." Tony said.
I just rolled my eyes not feeling this would go well.
"The person how is in charge of you is called Simon a day he's a police officer and will keep you in line." Tony said seriously.
"I am unable to keep in line. Haven't you learnt anything about me?" I said.
"Simon is different. Just give him and his family a chance. Who knows maybe you might like them." Tony said.
"Highly fucking doubt it." I said and just zoned out to what Tony was saying as I could be bothered with his speech, not fierce hearing God knows how many times now.

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