Girls, Corrupted - Chapter 12
Neve rushed forward and grabbed the body, sticky blood covered her hands. Why should she care? Kyra was a real bitch, at times. The body was stone cold and her fragile frame was now gone. Kyra's spirit had flown away with Emma, hand in hand. The floppy body had been cut at the neck, the wound was fresh and a river of red oozed out of the large slice.
Turning around in horror, Neve saw that Albus was nowhere to be seen, she hadn't heard him leave over the sound of the wind whistling and werewolves howling in the night. In his place, stood Lorna Drake, her red hair whipped around her white face, and it looked damp with sweat, tears, and the light drizzle.
Lorna catapulted towards Kyra, screaming in terror.
"What have you done?!" She screeched, unfastening the buttons to her blouse and ripping it off, she balled up the fabric and pressed it against the bloody laceration.
She had to save her. Kyra was not dead, she couldn't be. Only a day ago had they been laughing and joking about nothing and everything, to the way Dominique Weasley ate so sloppily, to the huge excrement someone had left behind in a toilet on the second floor.
"It wasn't me, it was Albus Potter, I arrived here and she was already gone, I'm so sorry, there was nothing I could do." Realising how much Lorna adored Kyra, Neve started bawling, she stood up and left her to be alone with the corpse.
"Wait, I loved her, I really did. After two weeks, I loved everything about her, the way she smiled and ran her fingers through her hair, I got so jealous when she talked about you. You were her best friend, and before she.. left... she hated me." Pointing to the red hand mark on her face, Lorna rambled on and on with admiration and sorrow for the silver-eyed, black-haired, pale-faced, girl that she cherished, and welcomed into her heart.
"I'm sorry," Was all Neve could manage to say between small whimpers.
She turned and ran, not looking back at the dead girl and her friend. Through the trees, she ran and ran, rustles came from the bushes and howls erupted from nearby rocks and ponds, however on she ran. Bristly branches lashed her face and legs, pain only encouraged her to run faster. As she neared the entrance to the forest, her black cloak got stuck on a silver cage, the one Hagrid kept small critters. She didn't feel it being removed, her body was numb now.
Neve ran to the castle and through the large entry doors. She raced up many flights of stairs until she got the the Gryffindor common room on the seventh floor. She pushed past a young boy trying to enter, and sprinted up to the girls' dormitories.
"Abbi!" Neve wailed. Abbi looked up and Neve saw that her face was stained with tears, too.
"Kyra... she's dead!" Neve snivelled.
"What?" Abbi exclaimed, looking aghast.
"It was Albus! He- he killed her!" Neve grabbed her, and Abbi led her out of the common room. Together, they dashed off to a secluded area where nobody would find them, not even Darius, the school caretaker.
Abbi pulled out a half full bottle of whisky from inside her robes. She consumed some before handing it to Neve, who gulped down the rest gratefully.
"Professor Thomas... he's my father! My birth father!" Abbi wept. They embraced each other, and informed each other about the past few days' happenings.
"Abbi... we have to tell Headmaster Richards! He raped you, we can't just keep quiet about this - it's a big deal!" Neve proclaimed drunkenly.
"But - But what will he do to me when he finds out I've told somebody?" Abbi cried.
"It's okay, we won't let him get to you," Neve reassured her. They stood up quietly and made their way to the headmaster's office. Neve tapped on the door, still crying and holding a shuddering Abbi in her arms. Soon the door was opened and the handsome Headmaster, Russell Richards, welcomed them inside, not caring about the late hour.
The girls blabbed on to him about the recent situation, and he listened intently, taking notes as they spoke, taking their time to remember each and every detail.
Early into the morning, Neve and Abbi were both admitted into the hospital wing. They slept late into the afternoon of the next day, and when they awoke, Headmaster Richards was there to update them. Kyra's body had been received from the forest, and Professor Thomas was long gone, on his way to Azkaban.
After Headmaster Richards had left, Neve and Abbi found the results to the pregnancy test they had each taken previously that morning. The tests were much more advanced than in the muggle world, they could tell you the information that was both enlightening and far too real. Sneaking off to the bathroom, the two girls hid the tests in the inside pocket of Abbi's cloak, Neve was oblivious to the whereabouts of hers was.
In the same tatty cubicle, they locked the door and took it in turns to test their urine. Together, they turned to each other and nodded, solemnly.
"What have we done, Neve?" Abbi looked away, she was ashamed and disgusted that was pregnant at 17, she was not going to be like her mother and give away her child, not a chance, even if the father was her own, revolting, dad. He would never know that the baby was his, the rest of his life will be spent locked away in Azkaban.
"I don't know, what should we do?" Neve replied, reminiscing about the day she and Albus had spent together, the day that the sperm and egg collided. How could she have ever loved him?
"The father of mine is a rapist and the father of yours is a killer, pretty messed up, huh?" Abbi joked, however this was not a laughing matter.
They would be feeding bottles of milk and changing nappies in no more than nine months. Where would they go? Would Hogwarts allow this? And where did Georgina Guest go?
