Return... Story.
Rachel and Eddie are a couple but no one knows. Only Eddie and Phil know about Rachel's past. Melissa and Eddie never happened but Melissa does work at the school not that she would be in this fic. Colin and Frances are together and random characters from all the bad girls series will be in this. I think that's it. If there's anything else I will let you know...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the bad girls or waterloo road characters or storyline's,but I did make up the character Jane myself. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you like
Chapter 1.
"A school trip?! You can not be serious Frances?" Colin asked unbelievably. A school trip? If he had his way,no way would he let a bunch of havoc and chaos causing bunch of teenagers run around a prison. A REAL PRISON!
"Yes Colin,a school trip. It'd be beneficial for the kids and the teachers as well come to think of it,"she reasoned sensibly,trying to win him over. She honestly didn't think this was a bad idea though. It'll show them what prison life is like and it'll show them what will happen to them if they ever got on the wrong side of the law. It might even show them what'll it would be like to get on the wrong side of Frances. That was NEVER a good idea!
"How?" Was his immediate response. Frances had expected this but how much more stupid could he get? Wasn't it obvious how this could be beneficial?Frances rose from sitting behind her solid oak desk and perched herself on the end of her desk,crossing her arms so,she was now facing Colin.
Colin was sat on one of the chairs,now looking up at Frances. His facial expression stern;his arms folded across his chest and his feet planted firmly and defiantly on the hard ground of the office.
"It would be educational. A good experience for the children and adults as well." Frances could be pretty cold hearted at some times. Once she's set her mind towards or at something and knows what she wants,she won't stop at nothing to get it. No matter how many people she has to hurt along the way.
Frances did have some soft spots though. Well,four to be precise. Four soft spots that'll always and forever be her undoing. Four soft spots,despite this she does not regret or despise having. Their four soft spots that she's always been proud to have. Even if they just get in the way of her cold hard exterior or professionalism sometimes.
Colin is one of the four. The man she has grown to love. The first man who she had loved after her ex,her ex who went off with her youngest sister;Jane. She hasn't seen her in a while. Truth be told she hasn't seen any of her three youngest sisters in a while.
Frances is the oldest,at the age of thirty five. There's the second youngest Melissa. The care free,bubbly blonde of the family. Frances has only spoken to Melissa a couple of times over the past few years. They haven't had time in their busy lives to speak or meet up properly. There was always an excuse. And their phone calls would only be ten minutes long at the most,no matter how long they hadn't spoken for. Melissa doesn't look her age she never has,she's always been the younger looking. Even at the age of thirty she still looks twenty five.
Then there's Jane;the youngest sister at the age of twenty eight. The one who had run off with 'the love of her life.' Jane has sandy blonde hair that falls a good few inches below her shoulders,her eyes an emerald green,as her's are brown and Melissa's are blue. Frances hasn't spoken to her since Jane had ran off and quite frankly she doesn't even want to speak to her. I mean,what sort of sister is she to be able to betray her older sister like that?
This doesn't hurt as much anymore. She's getting over it. Well,she has gotten over it. The mere thought of Jane doesn't hurt her;not like it use to. The only thought that's left that physically pains her is the thought of the second oldest sister;Amanda.
Amanda's another one of Frances' soft spots. She always has been,it's never changed. From the moment that Amanda was born to the last moment she saw her. It hasn't changed. She loves her younger sister dearly,despite everything. Their virtually identical. You could swear they're twins,same length hair just different colour. Amanda's is auburn and Frances' a light brown,Amanda is also slightly shorter than Frances. But otherwise their personalities are almost identical,their figures and facial features. But their not twins. You see Amanda is thirty two. Three years younger than Frances.
Frances hasn't spoken to Amanda in fourteen years and fourteen years too long it has been. They haven't even been in contact,not since Frances arrested Amanda for being a prostitute. Frances had only wanted to help her sister out,help her out of the horrible lifestyle she had created for herself. She never wanted to turn her sister against her.
Frances hadn't had known that things were bad at home. That their father would waste all of his money on alcohol after the death of their mother and leave her Amanda to look after the two younger ones. She never knew. And if she had she would have been straight there to help her younger sisters. That way Amanda would have never gotten into prostitution at the age of seventeen and would never have got arrested. Frances feels guilty.
The only thing Frances knows of her sister is that she changed her name to Rachel. She doesn't know what her second name is. She knows nothing of her. Except for the little that Melissa had told her and,that wasn't much.
Frances had changed her second name. Not for the same reasons as Amanda. She should really stop calling her Amanda. Force of habit. Frances had changed her second name after she had found out about what their father had turned out to be like. She wanted to disown him and the only way she thought of doing that was by changing her second name from Fenshaw to Myers. Rachel knew of this as it happened whilst she was in prison.
Her third soft spot was for her nephew;Phillip. He is a dorky child. With curly ginger hair and soft brown eyes. He is socially awkward but Frances puts that down to the fact that his father had abandoned him. Parents really do screw things up sometimes!
They had only met on a few rare occasions. Birthdays,Christmas,events like that. Frances had cherished every moment she got to spend with her nephew. It meant the world to her;she had always loved children.
Children. Her fourth and final soft spot. She'd always wanted children and one day she hopes she would have the chance to have some of her own. She couldn't understand why some humans are so cruel to the vulnerable souls. That's why she was so pissed off with Natalie Buxton after Frances had discovered that she was trafficking children. CHILDREN! None even over the age of sixteen.
Colin's voice broke her train of thought. "You seriously want to let a bunch of teenagers around criminals?" He asked again,still not believing she wants to let this happen.
"Yes Colin. It's not as if we'll be leaving them go off on their own. There will always be at least three officers with them constantly," hopefully this would make him feel more at ease and secure about the whole thing and hopefully will win him around...she hoped.
"You're the governor. It's your wing. You do what you want. I don't even know why you're asking me in the first place,"he was cracking,she could see it. If she just kept pushing the idea he'd eventually cave. She knew it.
"Because I need your support," she answered simply. And boy if Colin was this hard to get through to she'd dread to think how hard it would be cracking the staff.
"Why?" He was confused;she could see it in his eyes. Let alone his facial expression.
"Because if I get you on board the rest of the staff will soon follow...and anyway they won't know why you're so up for it because they still don't know about 'us',"he smiled at her. Frances was sneaky and clever. She had won him around and he knew she could tell because of the triumphant smirk playing on her lips.
"Ok. Fine. You win," he said finally giving up and wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her down to sit on his lap as she absentmindedly fiddled with the black tie of his uniform.
"Thank you," she said sincerely,glad he had finally agreed.
"You're welcome. What school is it?"
"Waterloo Road. Thanks again. I love you,"and she truly did mean it.
"I love you too,"and so did he.
