The Academy

Chapter 1.

I'd signed the papers, told them to contact me if there was anything that she might need me for. I had always imagined the needs in form of blood or anything like that, but when the call came that early morning. That was when I realized what I had really
promised them.

The whole day was a blur to me, but I remember rushing to the hospital. The sun barely peeking up from the horizon, the air was chilly and for once the road was almost empty. I remember walking up to the front desk, telling them who I was and that I'd just received a call to come here as fast as I could. The woman must have known then, because the way she sighed and carefully stood up made me shiver. Something was wrong I knew. A million thoughts raced through my mind, was Lissa okay? Was it maybe Christian or worse what if something had happened to my mother and/or baba. I was lead into a room, and it was definitely not my mother or baba. The walls inside was painted with colorful animals, flowers and a large smiling sun. This was the childrens part of the hospital. Children. My stomach clenched. Abigale. I hadn't really seen her since they brought her home, but they sent me photos as she grew and she was so beautiful. Curly brown hair, and deep brown eyes. It was impossible not to recognise her in an instant. I felt the urge to run to her, hug her.

A doctor stepped into the room. "Miss Hathaway, I'm doctor Olsen" She stretched her hand out to me. With a trembling hand I took it, shaked it slightly saying some sort of a hello.

Before I knew it, I had made it to my door, ready for my bed, sleep. To my surprise I found a familiar figure sitting outside my door.

"Adrian! What are you doing?"

He looked up, startled. "God Rose! Where have you been all day!"

Shit. Shit!
Adrian, my boyfriend was supposed to take me out today, my day off. I had totaly forgotten to tell him what had just happend.

He didn't know about Abigail, about her father, about the academy.

I took a deep breath. "I was at the hospital, there was an accident."

"ROSE! What happened, are you okay?" He shot up from the floor almost running towards me.

"I wasn't in it, but. Shit." I felt like running away again. Like I had last time, away from the responsibilities. Only this time I was an adult, I knew that it was time to let him know about my past. "I think you should come inside, it's a really long story." I finally said.

He looked horrified, as if I was going to tell him I was a murderer. We sat down on the couch, I considerd actually sitting on my hands to stop them from shaking.

"Rose, breathe" He seemed genuinely concerned about me, and what I was going to say.

Don't be a coward Rose, you never were.

I inhaled. "When I was seventeen" Stop. Shaking. "I made a terrible mistake" I admittet. " But I took care of if! And it was all in the past"

"Until today" He stated.

"Yes" I felt like throwing up, my stomach clenched. I'd spent so much time trying to forget, telling myself I'd done the right thing and doing my best to not see his face everytime I closed my eyes. We had both messed up.

"I went to a boarding school at the time, St. Vladimirs to be exact".

He nearly spilled his drink "WHAT? You? Rose Hathaway at St. Vlads!?"

This made me chuckle. "Yes Adrian, I was a clever girl back then. Well note the was… Anyways, at the school I met someone" I told him. Letting myself fall back to the meories as I tolt Adrian about the beginning of my St. Vlads carreer.

The year was 2008, and I was entering my last year of high school, at a new school. It wasn't just any school, it was the scool they said. A top starred academy for gifted teens only, located in the back bush of Montana. To switch schools at this time was for me just ridiculous, but when your mother is Janine Hathaway and your father is the mafia himself, then your opinion doesn't really mather. Apperently when you finished your senior math during your freshmen year, your opinion on schools doesn't really mather either. Neither does it when you got an A in your college phyiscs course. Add a pinch of vocal talent, and you've got yourself a one wat ticket to nerdy school.

I looked around my room, it was filled with so many pictures, so many memories. My first kiss, and all the other romantic and intimate things I had done with Mason in this room. He was standing there with me panicking, helping me packing my last stuff. The framed photo of him and me was lying on the top of my suitcase. Leaving LA wasn't really that bad, leaving Mason on the other hand, really really sucked! Nobody liked the nerdy girl, because that was all they saw. Mason knew me in and out, my snarky attitude, how I would break down when someone called me names at school or how most of the times I punch them instead".

"Time to go Rosemarie!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I gulped, and panic shot through me.

Mason grabbed my hand, gently squeezing it gently. "You'll be fine. This academy is going to be filled with smartasses like you!"

"I really hope you're right about this one Mase!"

He picked up my suitcase and we made our way down to the hall, were both of my parents were waiting.

I hugged my father tightly "Bye Baba".

"Take care of yourself now, and don't do anything reckless!"

"Never" I laughed "Bye mom" I was pulled into a hug from her. There was nothing like the scent of my mother, it was so safe and so "home" as anything could get.

"Oh darling, this house will be so quiet without you!"

"Should have thought about that earlier" I stated.

She just smiled, hugging me one last time before I turned around and walked out the door.

"Bye see you at christmas!"

Mason drove me to the airport, the air was thick like any other late summer day in LA.

"How am I supposed to get through my senior year without you?" He swallowed, a minute ago he'd been joking about the forest of Montana, and how he believed I'd be the only one there who looked sane. He was so serious now, on the verge of crying. Pulling me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, leaning my head onto his warm familiar chest.

"Ten months, and we move to New York together, okay?" He sniffled.

"Ten months" I repeated. "Damn, I'm going to miss you so much!"

And with that, I left.