Girls, Corrupted - Chapter 11
Kyra ran deep into the forest, clutching a knife in her pale, sweaty hands. She raced through the trees, feeling the light breeze of early July for the last time. Eventually, she found where her beloved Emma was. She looked Emma in the eye. Neither of them spoke a word. Her hand was shaking as she brought the knife up to her neck. The knife grazed her neck. The cold, metallic silver blade dug into her skin as she whispered, "Emma." The last words she'd ever speak. The only word that mattered.
She felt faint. Her vision blurred. She fell to the ground and writhed in agony. She was with Emma now.
The pain disappeared and Kyra opened her eyes. There was a faint blue glow to her skin, she didn't look real. Emma held out her hand, and Kyra took it. She felt so real.
"We're together now," Emma whispered, a happy tear falling from her ghostly eyes. They floated off together into the afterlife. They were together again.
Abbi returned to the bathroom where she had found the ring - maybe she'd find more information. Hopefully it would be different to the information she'd already been given.
She heaved open the large, heavy door and entered the dark and dirty bathroom. She heard a soft padding noise, and went over to inspect it. She reluctantly pushed open the door to one of the stalls, and found a young-looking, whiny ghost.
"What are you doing here?" The ghost spat.
"Who are you?" Abbi asked, startled.
"I'm Myrtle," she said sulkily.
"Oh! Are you Moaning Myrtle? I've heard about you!" Abbi said loudly. Myrtle then slammed the cubicle door in Abbi's face.
"Wait! Do you know anything about this ring? I found it in here earlier," Abbi inquired.
Myrtle opened the door inquisitively. She saw the ring that Abbi was holding out, and said, "Yes. It belonged to a young girl who was here about sixteen years ago."
"Did she have a baby by any chance? When she was around my age?" Abbi asked excitedly.
"Yes. The father was a professor," Myrtle said in her whiny voice.
"A professor? Here? At Hogwarts?" Myrtle nodded.
"Who?" Abbi asked impatiently.
"I don't know if he still works here. He was called David Thomas. A bit of an odd one, if you ask me," Myrtle answered.
Abbi's face fell, and she began to get dizzy. She ran out of the bathroom door like a shot. Could this mean... Professor Thomas was her father?
Neve Patterson kept a distance between her and Albus, where did he want to go alone? Without her?
He was definitely mad at her, however something else must have happened to shake his snake. She no longer recognised the black hooded figure in front of her. After half an hour, she was deep into the woods, and her feet ached, she didn't feel safe, not any more. Albus must have heard something, he had ran off and left no trail behind. Packs of centaurs rustled leaves and trotted the perimeter of the forest. Without any protection, she was impotent. On the outside she looked crazed, her eyes were large and her hair matted and messy, her cloak was undone and her shirt unbuttoned, the sharp trees and nettles had pulled against her when she had run away from the noises in the dense trees, or maybe it was just in her head.
Finally, she approached a clearing. However she hid behind a large bush as what she saw frightened her and made her bones quake. Albus Potter stood with a knife in his hand, blood dripped from it and formed a puddle on the ground, but it was nothing in contrast to the colossal puddle underneath Kyra Spence's lifeless, limp body.
Although Neve was a Ravenclaw, she acted brave and stepped out of the shadows.
"Albus? What the hell are you doing? You're a cold blooded murderer, I can't believe I ever trusted you!"
"Neve, wait! I can explain!"
"Save it. That's it, boy." Neve turned her back on him. That was Kyra. Kyra was dead.
Albus had killed Kyra.
Abbi's breaths were shaky and her palms were sweaty. She approached Professor Thomas' potions dungeon for what would hopefully be the last time. She was clutching her picture of her mother tightly, slightly creasing it. She tapped on the door three times. It swung open slowly to reveal the middle-aged professor, who showed an acid grin upon seeing her.
"Abbi. What a lovely surprise," he said slyly.
"Don't even start," Abbi said sharply. "I'm just here to ask you something."
"What is it?" He asked, rubbing his stubble.
"Do you know who this is?" Abbi asked, holding up the ageing photograph. She tried to stay strong, although it was getting hard.
"Why do you have that?" He asked defensively.
"Just answer the question."
"Yes. That's Georgina Guest. She was a student here, years ago," he explained vaguely.
"Did you have a relationship with her?" Abbi asked, taking a deep breath, and noticing the ring on his finger, which matched the one she had found, and the one in the photo.
"Why would you ask such a thing?" He asked, raising his gruff, deep voice.
"I just need to know, okay?" Abbi said, close to tears.
He sighed. "Yes, I did."
"Did you get her pregnant?"
"Abbi-"
"Answer me!" Abbi shouted. Professor Thomas was taken aback.
"Yes," he said, rubbing his forehead. "But nobody found out I was the father."
"Until now," Abbi finished the sentence for him.
"If you tell anyone, girl, you won't live to see another day!" He stood up from his wooden chair.
"She was my mother," Abbi said, closing her eyes.
"What?" He asked, outraged.
"Georgina Guest was my mother, and that makes you my father," Abbi said, feeling like she was going to throw up.
"What... no, no, I can't be! Why are you lying, you stupid girl?" He almost screamed. He turned around, and she could see him shaking.
"Why would I lie about this? I'm even more disgusted than you are! I... I..." Abbi turned and ran.
"Where are you going?" he yelled after her.
She ran as fast as she possibly could. After running for what seemed like hours on end, she eventually reached the Gryffindor common room, climbing up the steep stairs to her dormitory and collapsing on her bed. What had her life become in just a matter of weeks?