Hi Kick-flare here with chapter three of Regret. Hope you like it, please R&R!!
Regret
Chapter 3 – What a bitch!!
"Hey Tala. Let's go already!" Ian yelled, jolting Tala from his thoughts. Tala nodded before heading out after Ian.
Heading to their training they were greeted with their unwelcome visitor who would soon be part of the abbey.
"What are you doing here?!" Ian snarled at the girl, who was quite relaxed and stretched out on the press bench. She merely tilted her head to left to get a look at them, before she returned her attention back to the book resting against her folded arms.
"What does it look like?!" She snapped, not looking up that time.
"Get off the press bench." Bryan growled, over shadowing her.
"Not without a please." Harmony replied airily, ignoring Bryan's warning, and she carried on reading. She felt a hand clamp onto the back of her neck, screaming in surprise until someone hit the side of her face. Harmony fell silent with shock, her face numbed as she tried to piece together what happened. She was then dumped roughly on the floor, much to her annoyance and distain.
"You can't do that!!" Harmony snapped, standing up and glaring at Bryan.
"I just did." Bryan smirked, but it was soon wiped off when Harmony slapped him and then stomped off. He remained frozen for a moment before he gingerly rubbed his cheek, which now had a red hand mark on it.
Just then Boris re-entered the room.
"I take it that Bryan and Harmony got off on the wrong foot." Boris said, his steel grey eyes kept a steady gaze on Bryan's now bruised cheek. Ian sniggered, and nodded. Boris sent an unsettling glare towards the younger Russian teen, who shifted uncomfortably under the middle aged man's glare.
"Please do try to get on. She will be staying here, whether you lot like it or not. I have to return to my office." Boris growled lowly, before leaving the room. Bryan snarled, before sitting on the window seat.
Harmony stalked down the corridor towards her father's office, her hand and butt throbbed for her earlier rough treatment.
"Hi dad." She said politely, as she settled herself on his window seat.
"Harmony." Boris's voice held a warning growl. She seemed to understand what he wanted. She rose up and took a seat in front of his desk.
"And what were doing in the training room?" Boris said, the pure venom in his voice warned her to be careful.
"Reading…" Harmony replied timidly.
"Harmony you know you are not allowed to mix with them…" Boris had begun.
"Why not?!" Harmony screamed back,
"BECAUSE I SAID SO!!" Her father roared, his fist came back, and made contact with her left cheek, knocking her into silence.
"You will be moved to the opposite side of the abbey. And you will no longer make contact with them, do I make myself clear?" He snarled, just daring her to disobey him.
"Crystal clear. Father." Harmony spat back, her eyes went to a cold black colour, as she returned her father's glare.
"Go. Pack. You move tonight." Boris snapped, before taking no more notice of her. Harmony turned sharply on her heel and left the room, making sure she slammed the door hard behind her, as she left.
"Stupid, fucking, idiotic, bastard." She muttered to herself, fuming at his reaction.
"Where are you going?" Ian's gruff question caught her attention.
"Does it matter?" Harmony replied miserably.
"Yes. Since you're crying…" Ian had begun.
"I'M NOT CRYING!!!" Harmony bellowed at him, her steely gaze made him back down and away from her.
"You are." Ian said softly. Harmony touched her cheek, with the semi-dried blood was tears.
"This can't be happening…"