Well here's another update. Didn't expect Anoushka to do that did ya?
Oh well. Enjoy this chapter. I don't own anything blah
I know its short but the longer ones will come when I have more time.
"…Right. Start talking Kate." Ordered Kelly and promptly sat down on the corner of her bed. Polly cleared her throat and scooted her chair so that she was in between the two. The last thing she wanted was another fight happening and with Annabelle amongst those missing, the geek knew that Kelly would be battling to keep her temper in check.
"Where do you want me to start?" replied Kate quietly, more then reluctant to speak.
"Why are they here, what do they want from you, why do they want you and what the HELL does Annabelle have to do with this?"
"Kelly." Whispered Polly warningly, lifting her head high when Kelly threw her a filthy look.
The 16 year old remained silent for a moment, focusing on calming herself down. When she looked at Kelly, she could see the impatience crawling under her skin. The ends of Kelly's fingers drummed against the bed in a controlled prompt for Kate to hurry up.
Dropping her shoulders in a deep sigh, Kate began.
"Boris Krakoviskov is the leader of the Russian Mafia in Moscow and he is here to murder me as he has done so to the rest of my family."
There was no mistaking the shock in her two peers' eyes.
"What did you do to get them after you?" Gasped Polly, fiddling with her glasses.
With a shrug, the Franko- Russian continued.
"I didn't do anything directly. My father, Edouard Steel worked for the F.F.U.A- the French Federal Undercover Agency. His job was to infiltrate mafia cells in France. I do not know much of what he did but I do know that his cover was blown and he fled, taking with him about two million euros. The F.F.U.A put our family in Witness protection. Several times we moved around France. Bordeaux, Lyon, Marseilles…it was in Lyon that my father went missing. On the way to Marseilles to meet my uncle, mother disappeared. When we reached Bordeaux, a cooler box was delivered to my uncle's Chateaux..."
Kate paused, and looked into Kelly's eyes. Pleading her silently to let her out of the room. Defiance and refusal looked back at her.
"Go on." Urged Polly, dipping her head forwards.
"It contained the…the body parts of my parents. The week after my uncles was killed when he started his car. The F.F.U.A sent me to my Aunt Irene here in England after Kelly-Marie was killed…"
"Your sister?"
Kate nodded, keeping her expressions in check.
"The Director of the F.F.U.A contacted me about a day or two before I was to be sent to my Aunt. I was sat down with the organization's lawyers and a will was brought forth. It bequeathed to me everything belonging to my father. Including the money and the trouble. Also, the Director gave me two choices. I leave the country and go to my Aunt or spend my life in foster homes jumping from country to country every year."
"I…um…Wh..why are they still after you?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Kate stood up and padded over to the window, looking out into the inky blackness.
"Mafia never rest till all their loose ends are cleaned up. That's what makes them so powerful. They never leave witnesses and even if there is forensic evidence, they still get away with it. At least half of the Russian government is corrupt. Those who resist are killed. It's an organization of fear. Much like the St. Trinian's hold over the local villages." Kate chuckled bitterly, realizing that St. Trinians were indeed like the Mafia. But a different kind.
"I am the last of my family. My Aunt has been the only one capable of hiding from them. It's because she has powerful contacts and because she had plastic surgery."
Kelly's eyebrow arched in slight amusement.
"Well that's another way to evade the Mafia."
"One that I was not going to do. Im not going to spend the rest of my life hiding and running. They have come for me and they will do anything to get me. Including using Annabelle as leverage…"
"We cannot be sure that they even have Annabelle…"
"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
A buzzing filled the room, the sound altered by contact with Kelly's desk.
"Polly, can you please answer that?"
"Kelly Jones's Phone…" Answered Polly, lazy eyed.
"ANNABELLE!" gasped Polly, shooting to her feet, eyes suddenly so wide they could burst out of their sockets.
"Give the phone to me!" Blurted Kelly and made an attempt to snatch her cell phone from the shocked geek.
"I'll put it on speaker…calm the hell down." Hissed Polly, pulling away from Kelly's hands.
"Annabelle! Where the hell are you? You had me so worried! I thought you were hurt or…"
"KellyImfine…we'retootiredtotravel…I…wedecidedtostayinatthepub…" Replied the Younger Fritton, her voice slightly breaking.
In the background, muffled scuffing sounds were heard. Kate narrowed her eyes, the green in them flashing as she slowly stood up and carefully stepped towards the door.
"You scared the shit out of me! I thought something had happened to you…"
"Kelly…is Kate there?"
A confused look passed over the Head Girl's face and was met by Polly's own.
"Yes she is. Do you want to talk with her?"
"Yes."
Kelly blinked away her confusion and grasped the phone, turning it off speaker and giving it to Kate who looked at it doubtfully.
"Annabelle its Kate here…are you ok?" She bit her lip, trying to quash a feeling of dread inside her gut.
"Red roofed Warehouse, the River Thames. Be there tomorrow if you wish to see them alive and unharmed.."
There was no mistaking the voice or the tone or the accent.
Any traces of colour drained from the St. Trinian's face as the hang up tone sounded on the cell phone.
From behind Kate, Polly and Kelly stared into her back waiting for the girl to say something while she stood there, holding the phone to her ear.
From the angle they stood at, they couldn't see her face but they could see the muscles in Kate's throat moving as she swallowed several times.
"Katie?" Kelly frowned, stepping forward and putting a firm hand on the 16 year old's shoulder. When she jumped slightly in fright, the movement traveled up into Kelly's arm, exposing her emotions in a sudden moment.
Polly watched attentively as Kate close the cell phone and lower it from her ear.
"What did she say?"
Kate closed her eyes, as a wave of nausea slammed into her.
"Chelsea wanted me to try on the clothes when they get back tomorrow."
She spoke from behind clenched teeth as guilt and anger burned inside her.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes when she heard the sniggers behind her.
"Typical Posh Totty."
Gathering herself for as long as she could, Kate blinked away the tears and turned around smoothly, knowing her mask gave nothing away. Tossing the phone on Kelly's bed she feigned a deep yawn and inserting a tired tone into her voice, she asked Kelly if she could go.
The two seniors didn't think twice or Kate's performance. Kelly let her go whilst still making comments about the Posh Totty nature. Polly joined in Kelly's laugh and made a promise to lower the Totty's spending limit.
Murmuring a 'goodnight' to the girls, Kate slide out the room and into the dorm.
Flopping onto her bed, she released the pressure building up in her chest and cried into her pillow, sinking her teeth into the material so she would give off no noise.
Its short…and im exhausted so its probs not good quality. Meh. Im going back to sleep.