I made a mistake, I let the best thing in my life go. I'm a wreck without her so I'm doing the only logical thing my mind can think of. I'm going to find my princess if it takes a life time. This mistake is burning a hole in my heart. I've tried to fill that hole up with other emotions, I've tried to block the pain out, I've tried to get my Usher on but I can't let it burn. I thought it was best that we went our separate ways, as always I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong, when she went apart of me went with her. This hole won't stop burning until she returns to my arms, that's why I'm searching the globe for her.
Her smile was rarely used but when you saw it you would say it was as bright as a summers day. Her voice was friendly and calm but had an authoritative twist to it. I always loved it when we chilled on the beach on the rare sunny day while listening to some beats. It was fun, just taking a drag of a fag and then gazing at the cloudless sky. Then she would get a call and the apologies would come rushing out like a flood, I didn't mind though. She had an important job and an even more important commitment. Me and her shared the same commitment, that was one thing we had in common. I've never met a girl before who would understand the commitment to St Trinians, that's why I found her kinda special. Everyone who had had the pleasure of meeting her would say that she was a special kind of person. One who knew what they wanted from life, independent, trust worthy and carefree.
I know where she'll be now and that's where I'm going. I may get ripped to shreds when I step a toe onto their land but my baby is worth the risk. This was my mistake and I shall fix it. She's one in a million, she's the best I've ever had. I'm now certain that I can't get any better and if I could I wouldn't. It's like we were made for each other. I never was one to believe in love at first site but when I set my eye's upon this St Trinian something erupted in my heart. She was different from the other girls, she wasn't a slut like the Totties. Neither was she like Taylor and her chavs. She was just her own person and a born leader. One thing is for certain whatever she has has worked upon me, she has me under her spell.
I arrive at the gates of hell, ready to be torn apart physically. I can't be torn apart mentally if I already am, as long as I get to speak from my heart I'll die a happy man. I made a mistake, I'm only human and humans make stupid mistakes. Like all humans I learn from my mistakes and I shall never make the same one again. I step out of my stolen car and open the closed gates by hand, normally I they would be opened upon my arrival. They weren't opened today because it is obvious that I am not welcomed. I don't blame them, she's like an older sister to those girls and I broke her heart. I wouldn't expect them to be so forgiving, if I had a brother or sister and they had there heart broken I would be on the war path. I'd probably have venom flowing through my veins ready to poison the offender, I would be disappointed if the St Trinians would be forgiving.
I walk through the gate and down the drive, if they were gonna get me I'll make it as easy as possible. I know for a fact she'll be inside that building with her broken heart, it doesn't take a scientist to work that out. I don't know how we got into this mess, it's like someone's testing our relationship. It's proved to me that even the strongest relationships can be destroyed, a lesson that I will remember until the day I die. I just hope that she will take my stupid arse back, I know I'll have to do a lot of grovelling and I know she'll have me run errands and things. But it shall be worth it in the end. I don't blame her if she doesn't take me back, I deserve everything she can and will throw at me.
My feet have led me to my possible doom. It felt like it had taken me two hours to walk down that drive, I could have sworn it was never that long. Then again I haven't been here since the day I whisked my princess of her feet, I chuckle at that memory. She had the biggest and brightest smile I have ever seen on her face that day. I prey to a god that I don't even believe in that this all turns out well, that is how desperate I am. Before I can even climb the mountainous steps to the large front doors, I hear them moan as they are opened. I involuntary gulp, this is the moment I've been dreading. It feels like the whole world is in slow motion as I wait to see who it I that has come to possibly relieve me of my manhood. The world has been doing that to me a lot recently, ever since I broke her heart if I'm being precise.
With her head held high and a look that doesn't suit her warming face, Miss Fritton emerges. My manhood was defiantly going to become detached. Like I've said a thousand times I deserve whatever these girls decide to do, I've been cruel and unkind to there sister. It doesn't shock me that Miss Fritton has appeared to greet and probably castrate me, my baby has been the closest thing to a daughter that Miss Fritton has ever had. It only seems fair that she is the one who gets the first punch. I look at with pleading eyes but her hard expression doesn't soften, I know better then to beg for forgiveness. With this old freedom fighter you have to prove that you are indeed sorry, you could say that she follows the old saying 'actions speak louder then words'. If I get the chance to prove myself I will take it, even if I have to lose some parts on the way.
Me and Miss Fritton stare into each others eyes, mine are filled with her sorrow while hers are filled with anger, disappointment and sadness. I can see that I have broken more hearts then I had intended and meant to. It seems that not only do I need my princesses forgiveness but I shall be needing every St Trinian in history's forgiveness.
"I'm afraid that the girls do not want you here under the circumstances," She said without the usual kindness in her voice, I know she knows that I won't give up that easily. I was going to fight this out until I either saw the broken hearted beauty that was within those walls or die trying,
"I understand that Miss Fritton, but you must know that I won't be givin' up until I see 'er" I reply, she nods. I have a feeling that she may want this sorting out as much as I do,
"I must be honest and say apart of me is glad that you are not giving up on her. The other part of me isn't impressed about what has happened," She sounds almost forgiving,
"Which is why am 'ere, I 'ave made some mistakes in me life Miss Fritton but this is biggest one. Disappointing the country a few years back don't even compare to this, am 'ere to sort this out."
"I'm glad, but it isn't me who you need to please." Her expression then softens a tiny bit and moves over to make room for me to enter.
As I take a deep breath I close my eyes, readying myself for the reception that I am about to get. When my eye lids ping open, determination burns like a fire in my pupils. I square my shoulders and exhale, just the way dad had taught me to in times like this. He told me about his days as the spiv to St Trinians and how he regretted some of his actions. By breaking the beauties heart I have broken the school's heart and my dad's. He raised me to respect, love, protect and care for these girls and other women across the Earth. I feel like I have failed him and all that I should have protected. I solemnly look at the strangely alert Beverly, even she glares at me. Things are worse then I expected, I knew I had done some damage but I never imagined that it would be this much.
I walk around her desk and head towards the main staircase. I look at the first step that will lead to many more, it looks bigger then it ever has. If a year ago I was told that I would be standing at the bottom of this staircase taking in the detail of the first step, I would've thought that you were completely crazy and referred you to a mental hospital. My eye's wander from the first step and follows the staircase up to the top where I see a pair of heels. I lift my eyes from the girls feet, up her legs, past her stomach and up to her face. Her eye's are blazing with anger and hatred, a look that is rarely upon her young face.
"I knew men could be pigs but I never thought you would fit into that category," She growls,
"I made a mistake and I want to correct it,"
"You only want this to be off your conscience!"
"You're mistaken 'Belle,"
"It's Annabelle to you," My eye's drop back down to the last step as I take another deep breath and try to steady myself. I had a feeling this would happen,
"Annabelle," I correct myself, "I am only human and humans make mistakes as you should know,"
"At least my mistake didn't hurt anyone, you've destroyed her. For the first few day's she wouldn't eat or talk! She just kept asking what she did wrong and now her defences are higher then ever. She refuses to speak about this and pretends that nothing has happened."
"I want to make fings better, give me the chance to make this right!"
"What, so you can hurt her all over again? Because of you she's bottled all her emotions up, she's even having fucking nightmares because of your pathetic excuse for a man!" I've never heard Annabelle swear before, she's usually good at keeping her language and emotions in check. I have hurt her badly if she's using that language, I let out a long sigh.
"I need to see 'er" I insist, almost pleading,
"She doesn't need to see you, I will not stand by and let the closest thing to a sibling I have get her heart broken. I want you out of my aunties school before I can say anarchy or you'll be leaving in a shoe box. Am I clear?"
"Crystal." I'm not going to give up, I will fight this out like the man I should be. I shall return when Annabelle isn't around, she can't spend forever shielding the mystery that is Kelly Jones from me forever.
Feels like forever since I wrote a Kelly and Flash fic so FA-BAM! I even have like a playlist for this one as well and it'l be updated often cause my science exams are over until next year and stuff. Have no fear I have a happy ending planned for a change, you can thank good old Haribo Tangfastics for that.
Review, it may cure me of this flu ;]