TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED - "GALLOPING FOXLEY"

Want It, Need It


I snapped out of my trance as soon as I heard him speak my name.

Foxley was sitting in an armchair, looking up at me with those dangerous green eyes. My face went hot again and I was hoping he wouldn't notice. Foxley smiled at me as he stood up and began to walk towards me.

I could feel my insides twist as he came up to me. My god, he towers over me...it's terrifying.

"Hello, Foxley." I said, trying not to stutter.

He just continued to smile down at me. "Retta..." He said, the venom dripping from his voice.

I looked down shyly, trying to avoid his paralyzing gaze. My eyes found the clock in his room.

6:19

I was nineteen minutes late? How?

"I apologize for being late, Foxley..." I began, daring to look up at him again. I shuddered when my eyes met his. "I-I was late."

He chuckled and turned his back to me. Foxley walked back over to his armchair and sat down. He looked back up at me. "It's alright..."

I sighed, feeling a bit of relief. "Thank you, Fo-"

"This time." He added to his sentance, making me blanch.

I stared at Foxley, wondering what he just said. "This time...?" I asked, making his smile turn to a grin, which just made my fear grow.

"What do you mean 'This time'?" I finsihed, hoping the answer wouldn't be what I thought it would be.

Foxley blinked and looked over at the fireplace. "Well, I'm hoping you and I will see eachother again and not just this once, Retta." He smirked. "Wouldn't that be a shame?"

I blushed and just continued to stare at Foxley.

He glanced over at the second armchair next to him, then back to me.

"Sit down, Retta...won't you?" Foxley's smirk widened and I knew I had no choice but to obey.

I walked passed Foxley and to the other armchair, hoping that he wasn't, but knowing that he was watching me as I did. I sat down and kept my eyes away from Foxley. Instead, I kept them on the fire.

"Retta..." Foxley said my name again and I looked towards him.

"Yes?"

"I would like to ask you some...things, if you don't mind?" His smile faded. I figured thagt meant this was serious.

I hesitated for a moment before answering Foxley. What on Earth would this boy ask me?

"Okay." I wasn't quite sure about this, but I would take my chances.

Foxley's smirk returned and he leaned back in his chair, looking at me with something I couldn't put my finger on. I could tell he was pleased with me saying that this was okay.

"Retta, what is the status of your family?"

"...Pardon?" I asked, not sure what that meant. My family's status? Like, finaces?

He sighed. "What is the finacial status of your family?"

Ah, I was right.

I thought for a moment...

Mother wasn't in a line of work currently and she never was. She stayed home to take care of me and to "Raise me properly". Father's line of work was Agriculture, he was the owner of a few farms in Bristol. He didn't work on them, rather he controlled what was growed there and how much of it. So, we were...well, Average.

"Well, we get by..." I said, causing Foxley to raise an eyebrow at me.

"Really? I was expecting more of you, Retta."

I shot him a look, similar to how I look at my father sometimes. "I mean, we're average. My father owns farms in Bristol and mother stays home with me."

Foxley looked down, and I swear I saw him roll his eyes. "Oh...I see..."

I glared at him, but he looked up at me before I could let it sink in well.

"Anyways, have you ever been to a school like this before?" His smile returned once again, and I rolled my eyes. He noticed.

"...What was that for?" Foxley hissed.

I kept my eyes down as I shook my head. "Nothing...I just don't know why they call it a school. There are no classes...it's just a temporary orphanage. I'm only here because my parent's need me to get more discipline."

Foxley was silent, and it startled me.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." I said, blushing and looking back up at him. "I didn't mean to trail off like that."

"No, it's fine." Foxley sat back up straight, and I just continued to look at him. He sighed. "I'm just here because my parents are too busy."

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping not to be to brash about anything. "I mean, if you would like to tell me..."

Foxley looked at me sternly and just sighed. "Father is away until August..."

I placed my elbow on the arm of the chair and rested my head in my head. I was trying to get closer to Foxley to see his face.

"And what about your mother?" I asked carefully, not sure how he would react.

Foxley kept his head down and sighed once more. "She's dead."

I was taken back. Not by what he said, but how Foxley said it. He sounded so...calm. For a boy talking about his dead mother, it was truly disturbing. I couldn't immagine what it was like.

"Oh..." I said, fearing that I might have asked him too much. "I'm so sorry, Foxley."

Foxley looked back up at me and smiled again. "Are you close to your mother?" He said slyly.

I looked at him questioningly. What girl wouldn't be close to her own mother?

"Of course..." I looked over at the clock and then back to Foxley. "My father and I are closer, though."

Foxley still was smiling, but it turned into a smirk.

"I see. So, tell me, Retta," He began saying.

Oh no...

Folxey was returning to his old self again. AndnI could tell by his voice that this question was going to be important. I prepared myself.

"Yes, Foxley...?"

He hesitated and looked at me. "What are your thoughts about pain? Are you sensitive?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and he saw. Foxley chuckled lightly.

"I knew you'd react that way." He narrowed his eyes almost sadisticly as he smiled.

I just stared at him.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I said...narrowing my eyes back at him.

His smile only grew. "Nothing, Retta. I just would like to know..." He suddenly stood up from his chair and walked over towards his bed. I never took my eyes off of him as he kneeled down and pulled out somethign from under his bed. "And if you don't know your limits..we could always find out."

At tthat moment I realised that he was holding his walking stick in hand, and I knew what he meant by that sentance.

My eyes widened and I felt every single color drain from me. My breath caught in my throat, and when I tried to speak, nothing came out.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked, forcing words to come out. As hard as it was, they needed to be said.

"It means just what it sounds like, Retta..." Foxley began to walk towards me with that same, sadistic smile on his lips.

I stood up from my chair as quick as possible. "I have to go." I ran to the door, but before I could even think about escaping, Foxley grabbed my wrist. The force from Foxley caused me to be dragged backwards and closer to him than I had ever been. His chest was nearly pressed up against my back.

I could hear Foxley breathing, and I could also feel his breath on my neck. I shuddered and tried to pull away. I attemted to free my wrist and push him away with my elbows. This action made Foxley whip his cane around my waist, pushing into my abdomen and pressing my hips into his. I fought back but he kept a strong hold. I wanted to pull away, and just run. Run back to the dorms and back to the crowds of girls and Bridgette. But I couldn't. Bruce Foxley had me trapped as a prisoner in his arms, and I could do

"Now then..." Foxley whispered, leaning down and pressing his cheek against mine. I struggled my hardest to pull away, but to avail.

And with a smile still on his lips, Foxley asked me the one question I knew was comming. And just the the though of it itself made me want to scream."Retta, tell me your thoughts on personal servants..."

Hearing him say it to me in person was absolute torture. I whimpered and shut my eyes, not willing to accept the fate that I was given.