That Bad Boii Type - Prologue

Rosalyn closed the door and headed into the kitchen. Her mum was standing at the cooker, stirring a pot.
"Hi ma", Adriana glanced up and kissed her teeth.
"Oh, ella finalmente decide grace nos con su presencia!" she muttered. (Oh, she finally decides to grace us with her presence!)

Rosalyn grinned and stepped forward.
"Mama, I've got good news!" Rosa beamed. Adriana shrugged.
"So!? I've got backache! I don't bother you about it!". Adriana was a pretty, middle-aged Spanish woman. Small and curvy with rosy-cheeks and a heavy accent, she was like a cherub. Rosa smiled, and patted her stomach lovingly.
"I'm pregnant!" she cried, unable to keep it in any longer. The effect was immediate. Adriana sun around, eyes blazing, metal spoon in hand.
"What?! iUsted poco sket! iComo el atrevimiento usted viene en MI casa con esto!" (You little sket! How dare you come in MY house with this! AGAIN!). She advanced on Rosa and brought the spoon down. Rosa tried to dodge but it smashed into her cheekbone. She howled and raised her hand to her face.
"iHe tenido bastantes!" (I've had enough!) Adriana shouted.
"STOP! PLEASE!" Rosa screeched. Adriana slammed the spoon down on Rosa's calf as she tripped over a washing basket. Fearing her mother was going for her stomach next, she wrapped her arms round her baby and culled into a ball, grimacing.
"Get out!" Adriana sobbed more than screamed and then all Rosa saw was the spoon clatter to the floor before she fainted from the pain.

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Rosalyn woke up on a battered mattress in a semi-dark room. The first thing she noticed as that her cheek was killing. She tried to sit up but her whole body protested by sending what felt like lightening through her whole body. She cried out and slowly eased herself back down. When she turned her head to the right she could see the outline of a door, and to the left was several, cupboards? There were a few other silhouettes around and she knew there was a window behind her because a soft drought was giving her goose bumps. The door opened and a tall woman in a nurse outfit came in. She smiled at Rosa and then reached over and opened the curtains. Sunlight streamed in and made both of them wince.

"Hello Rosalyn. Are you feeling better?", Rosa nodded. Her throat was as dry as the Sahara desert. The nurse noticed, poured a cup of water and helped Rosa to drink it.
"Thank you" she whispered.
"You are welcome. Now, you've got a nasty bruise on your cheek. And your left calf is in bad shape. We're not sure if it's broken or sprained yet. We haven't X-rayed you yet honey. But apart from that and a hangover, which I suspect will kick in any minute, you're fine." Nurse smiled. Rosalyn was confused. Who was this woman? She opened her mouth slowly.
"Where am I?" she croaked.
"I'm sorry. That's not up to me to say dear", she looked at Rosa sympathetically and then left.
Before Rosa could even frown, the door opened again. A man dressed head to toe in combat clothes stalked in. He had a hat crammed onto his head, so all she could see of his face was his down-turned mouth. He removed it though as he stood at the foot of my bed. He lifted up what Rosa assumed was her folder and took a look. He glanced up at her. He had a buzz cut, small eyes, a sharp nose and thin lips. He was truly an ugly man.

"Rosalyn. Welcome to B.C.T.."
"What?", now she was even more confused.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?" he roared, causing her to flinch. She guessed the question was rhetorical.
"Right. I will now explain to you what I meant. Because of your disgusting behavior - getting pregnant twice, staying out for hours or days on end, being rude, an alcoholic and a drug addict - your mother has decided that she's had enough. She's literally at her wits end. So she sent you here. To Boot Camp for Teenagers, aka BCT. You will address me only as Sir. I'm the person who's going to make your life a misery. People usually spend half a year here. They misbehave, they even look at a member of staff wrongly, they stay for another six months. It'll be the same for you too".

He paused, letting it sink in. Rosa couldn't believe what she was hearing. She wasn't an alkie or a druggie! Her mum had sent her here? To this horrible place? Sure Rosa was a bit dis-obedient sometimes, but wasn't every fifteen year old? Did Adriana have to send her away?! Rosa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her head was pounding, that hangover had kicked in; she'd had a few celebratory drinks last night before going home. She was holding the bile down - she had a feeling if she puked all down 'Sir' then he wouldn't be impressed. Not that she wasn't tempted.

"How did I get here?" she whispered. He narrowed his eyes but allowed her to ask it.
"Adriana called us, we came to get you. You were unconscious" - he grinned " so we patched you up when we got here and Nurse Smith dressed you in the appropriate attire". What?
Rosa pulled the blanket up.
"Oh"
She was now wearing black socks, combats and a black vest.
"She also removed all that rubbish you had plastered on your face, and took out your piercings too" he sneered "Here at B.C.T we believe in Au natural". Rosa blinked. Was that supposed to be a joke? She stared at him blankly.

"You get a week to recover and then you start officially. All six months. Do not expect special treatment, sympathy or any kindness. People who deserve respect are out there, living their lives, not in here. Anyone who is sent here is done so for a reason. They were unbearable. You. Are. No. Exception!" he stated. Then he pulled his hat back on and strode out the room.

Only then did Rosa let go. She started crying and just managed to pull the bucket by her head (she thanked nurse Smith silently) and puked into it. At that moment she hated her mother with all that she had in her. Her mum had just sentenced her and ruined her life.