Right, first and foremost I need to warn you that I have rated this chapter M. however I am keeping the overall rating of the story as a T because I think it's pretty much just this chapter you have to worry about. It contains HEAVY physical abuse and verbal abuse. Continue at will but you have been forewarned.
Woohooo! Chapter eight! I want to thank ConstantDreamer101 for all her moral support and lovely reviews and following my story with a keen eye. I also want to thank Evil4Dummies, and EvenAngelsFall96 for their constant reviews, for following my story and for just genuinely being lovely people. Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing. Here is chapter eight. Enjoy!
"What? Carnaby? Your father?"
"Nooooo, The Queen is on her way to take me out of St Trinian's so I can pour her her lunch time tea! Yes my father!"
Kelly recoiled at Annabelle's harsh tone and snappy comment, she understood why Annabelle was so pissed off about the whole thing but there was no need to take it out on her.
Annabelle quickly got out of the bed, the fast movement making her head spin and causing her stomach to turn over. She sternly told herself that she would not be sick and had to stand still for a moment to ensure her stomach settled, her pounding head scalding her for drinking so much the previous night. Grabbing her shoes from the floor she promptly made her way to the door.
"Annabelle! Wait!" Kelly had gotten up and followed Annabelle, grabbing the girl's slim wrist and spinning her round to face her. The action caused Annabelle to stumble and have to re-balance herself, earning Kelly a death glare in the process.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." Each word was like a dagger to Kelly, it was as though Annabelle had stabbed her and was twisting the blade into her stomach. Her voice was low and precise, talking between gritted teeth, every word held a threat and dripped with acidic hate. Kelly knew this wasn't because of her or her actions but she couldn't help dropping the girl's wrist as though it had just caught fire and burnt her.
"Annabelle, we can sort this out. Let's go and explain the situation to the girls and come up with a plan. Come on, we'll send him running for the hills." As she finished she made to move past Annabelle towards the door but the girl blocked her and wouldn't let her pass.
"No. Kelly, you and the girls do nothing. You do not tell them. You do not indicate in any way what is happening. You do not breathe a word of this to them. And YOU do not intervene. Understand?"
"Annabelle I refuse to allow you to do this, you are not going up against him on your own."
"Just watch me."
"I will not sit by and leave you to face him by yourself!"
"He is my father and I will deal with him any way I deem necessary. YOU, Kelly Jones, will not be the judge of that." Annabelle walked back towards the bed and for a split second Kelly though that she had changed her mind and that they would sit down together and think of a better solution to the problem. Her heart fell when she saw Annabelle was simply gathering up her makeup and headed back to the door. She stopped short of a meter from the door and turned sheepishly towards Kelly when she realised her grand exit was ruined by the fact that she had her shoes in one hand, her phone in the other and her makeup cradled in her arm, making it impossible for her to open the door.
"Uh... Kelly? Could you get the door for me?" Watching as Annabelle's cheeks coloured, she sighed and reluctantly opened the door, allowing her to exit.
Hearing the click of the door shutting behind her Annabelle made her way to the dorm, her head pounding with the thoughts of the situation she was in. or the results of the night of drinking. She wasn't too sure which, but suspected the latter. She was determined to show her father exactly who she was, make him see the reformed Annabelle. Maybe, if she was lucky, he would die of a heart attack when he saw her and she wouldn't have to deal with him attempting to take her away from her home. Dumping the contents of her arms onto her bed she looked at the clock, 10:30am. She suspected she was the only one walking the corridors, unless Kelly had decided to ignore her warning and gather the troops. She knew Kelly wouldn't sit around and leave her to deal with it; she knew Kelly would have the girls on standby, ready to attack if needs be. Even though she had asked Kelly not to confide in the girls the situation she was in, she knew better. She knew Kelly and knew that she would tell them the seriousness of the problem. She knew that the girls would want to attack, they would want to hide her away and keep her out of dangers way, keep her out of the clutches of her father, but they would settle for observe and attack on command. Annabelle had to face her father, she had to be the one to dig his grave and throw him in. letting the girls loose on him wasn't enough. It wouldn't break him. But his own darling, drip of a daughter cutting him loose from her life and sending him packing, would hurt him more than the physical pain the first years could provide. He may not want her around all the time, and may not care enough to pay a full price for her education, but he had cared enough to be persistent in begging her to leave the school and return home. Cared enough to come and get her, even if it did mean dragging her by her ankles while she screamed the building down. Once he put two and two together on the Vermeer painting and St Trinian's, he cared enough about her to want to get his daughter away from the school that manhandled precious art and conned him out of £500,000. He may not show it very well, but he cared. After showering and dressing in her skimpiest skirt and tightest shirt, she carefully applied her makeup. Coating her lashes with mascara, applying her eyeliner a little bit thicker and choosing a red lipstick rather then the pink she usually wore. She took time and deliberation on her hair, curling and poofing it out just like Celia had done, replicating the style the Trustifarian had created. Pulling up thigh high stockings and pulling on a pair of black four inch heels (hooker heels she liked to think of them) she surveyed herself in the mirror, coming to the conclusion that she needed something else. She put on her waistcoat and returned to the mirror, turning her body from side to side to see her outfit from different angles. 'I need a finishing touch, a final slap on the face'. Spying one of Kelly's chokers abandoned on her bed side table she went and inspected it. It was simple, plain black velvet with a silver clasp at the back, but upon putting it and checking her reflection again, she smiled at how such a simple little thing could complete the look. It took her about an hour to do all this, and deciding that she would meet her father upon his arrival she descended the stairs. Kelly had, as Annabelle had suspected, debriefed the girls, as there was nobody around. Usually, there would still be a couple of students collapsed in the corridors, or curled up in a corner, sleeping off the effects of the alcohol, but nobody was around. Jenny had obviously completed her punishment because the floors were clear of empty alcohol bottles or left over debris from the night. All incriminating evidence of the party that had taken place had been cleared away, returning the halls of St Trinian's to their previous shabby state. She didn't want to be in view when her father arrived, she didn't want him thinking that she had been waiting for him, rejoicing at his return. Instead she walked into the foyer and woke up Beverly, telling her to vacate her post at her desk until told otherwise. The secretary was sceptical at first, but complied, giving in to Annabelle's demand when she decided it was too early and she was too hungover to deal with Annabelle's shit. The girl didn't want anyone around when Carnaby turned up, she wanted the place to be deserted, she wanted him to relax, to believe there was no danger to come, she wanted to get him right where she wanted him, for him to play right into her hands, fall into her trap. Walking back up the stairs she stood just out of sight of the foyer, but close enough that she could hear his car approaching, hear him walk through the school doors. She planned it perfectly; she would knock him out of the game, play her cards right and strike him out with a royal flush. She wasn't waiting long, ten minutes or so, before she heard the sound of wheels on gravel, the slam of a door and the footsteps on the marble floor. She heard him pause and guessed he was looking at Beverly's desk, possibly wondering what he was suppose to do now that the secretary was absent. Search the school for his daughter? Ring her? Wait for someone and ask where he would find her? Annabelle took a deep breath and headed down the stairs, her heels clicking with each step, echoing in the silence. Carnaby turned towards the noise and saw his daughter descending the stairs, or what he thought was his daughter. With satisfaction she saw her outfit had the exact effect on him that she had hoped. She saw the repulsion etched across his face as he took in her heels that made the tremendous noise, the skirt that barley covered her ass let alone the suspenders that held up her stockings, the too tight shirt complimented with the tight fitting waistcoat that hugged her figure, showing off her curves in all the right places. His eyes widened in shock when he saw her hair that framed her face in a wild sort of way and her makeup that covered her face. But it wasn't just her look, her entire aura was different. The girl radiated confidence and superiority, emitted waves of rebellion and anarchy. The entire being of the girl was different then the one he had left there just eight weeks previously. He knew it was coming up half term and he would have had to face his new found daughter either way but nothing quite prepared him for it.
"Daddy." Annabelle smiled at her father, stopping in front of him when there was about two metres between them, enjoying every moment of the man before her stunned into silence.
"Annabelle Fritton. You look a mess. What's happened to you? What's happened to my little girl?"
"She's dead daddy. She died when you left her here, the man she looked up to, idolised, abandoned her and ignored her pleas to take her away from this school. What did you think would happen? You know this school, the students it contains, you've heard the rumours. What were you thinking? That come half term you would have the same little girl skipping back to you? You brought this upon yourself and now you have to deal with it."
"Annabelle, your talking nonsense. We are going home, you are going to put on something appropriate, wipe that filth off you face and get in the car."
"See that's where your wrong daddy. Because I won't. Scamming you of your money? My idea. Getting that guy who conned you to act like that German prat? My idea. Sucks doesn't it daddy. When someone who loves you turns their back on you. Kinda makes you feel like shit."
"Don't swear at me young lady. How dare you use that language with me. Get your stuff we are going home."
"I'm not going without a fight. You will have to drag me kicking and screaming from this school. And you may not think that there is anyone around. But you don't know these girls like I do. They are watching, at this very moment they are watching and they can hear every word. And they won't let me go without a fight either. So now you have to make a decision. Are you prepared to take on St Trinian's? Or will you calmly turn away and head back towards your car and leave before you get hurt?"
"You may think your all high and mighty because you survived St Trinian's, but the fact remains that you are still my daughter and I can sent you to whatever school I wish, and it will no longer be this one. They're all just a bunch of sullen teenagers with anarchy badges and you look like a cheap whore. Ha! Harm me? it will take more then a rehearsed speech and some well chosen words to get the better of me."
"No, all it takes to get the better of you is a school of girls and a pissed of daughter. The rest just sort of fell into place. You were an easy target daddy. Thank you."
By this point Carnaby had lost his temper. How dare his daughter back chat him like this! This was not the way he had brought her up and he would be dammed if she thought she could treat him like this. Quickly striding the distance between them he grabbed her wrist and back handed her around the face. He would not stand for her ignorance. He kept a hold of her wrist as she fell from the force he had used, looking up at him with a venomous stare. He was mildly surprised when there was no stream of students to come to her defence but all along he knew her threats had been empty. He assumed that the school was probably sick of her too, if she treated them they way she treated him than they probably thought she deserved it. He proceeded to drag her across the floor towards the exit as Annabelle attempted to get to her feet, he heels making it virtually impossible. She tried clawing the floor to prevent him dragging her but her nails just scratched against the marble making a sickening screech. She wondered why nobody was stopping him, had Kelly really just sat aside and done nothing? Little did she know that at that precise moment Miss Fritton was attempting to battle her way through Polly, Kelly, all three Posh Totties, Andrea and Taylor in an attempt to get to her niece. Annabelle was screaming now, screaming for all she was worth and the headmistress could hear her through Polly's laptop speakers, it broke her heart to hear Annabelle in such distress and she broke down crying. The girls, who had never seen their headmistress cry, were astounded that she had the ability to, apparently they had now found the woman's Kryptonite. Giving orders that Polly go back and keep an eye on things on the camera and that the rest keep Miss Fritton in the room, Kelly headed out the door. They had been in the planning room which was just down the corridor from the foyer but Kelly still felt she was too far from Annabelle, too far from the situation. Even though she had set up an attack in case he didn't go quietly, she felt she hadn't done enough, that she was a fool to let Annabelle go into the dragons cave alone. Nobody thought he would get violent, they hadn't planned for this. Apparently Annabelle hadn't told them her entire background; she had managed to keep this piece of information under wraps. Because if he could strike her with such ease, and still keep his posture of dignity and calm than it couldn't have been the first time, and the head girl vaguely wondered why Annabelle had looked up to him if he had physically abused her. When she had gotten to the foyer they weren't there, she looked out of the double doors and could see him pushing her into the car, forcing her head down to get her in. a little voice erupted in her ear, one of the twins talking over the coms.
"Kelly! Kelly! He's hurting her! Kelly do something! Give the command!"
"Wait for it girls, if you attack now you might hit Annabelle. Wait for it, wait for it…"
With precise timing Kelly held them off until he had slammed shut the passenger door and was starting to move round to the drivers side.
"Kelly!"
"OPEN FIRE!"
In an explosion of noise the attack started, hundreds of heads and bodies appeared on the roof, hundreds of students coming to Annabelle's defence. Every weapon that St Trinian's owned (with the exception of the guns from the anger management class) was being used against Carnaby Fritton. Ink guns, paint bombs, Trinski darts, acidic goo, everything rained from the sky towards Carnaby Fritton, the girls going for it for all they were worth. Someone had even gone to the effort of standing in a classroom window and was throwing the chairs at him. Kelly wasn't sure what it was that took him down, neither did she care, as soon as she saw that he was on the ground and not moving she let out the breath that had be caught in her throat. He hadn't even made it past the bonnet of the car before he went down.
"Cease fire."
As the last few objects fell Kelly ran to the car as fast as her restricting skirt would let her, and yanked open the passenger door. Annabelle was pale, with the exception of the red print across her face. She looked at Kelly with a mixture of emotions and the head girl took her hand and knelt down beside the open door. Annabelle hadn't cried, not a single tear had fallen from her big brown eyes, but the girl was obviously shaken as she silently withdrew her hand from Kelly's and leant forward out of the car, wrapping her arms round the older girl and burying her face in Kelly's neck. She could feel Annabelle's breath on the crease of her neck, shallow uneven breath's emitted from the younger girl's mouth and Kelly wrapped her arms round the girl's waist, giving a feeling of protection, as though an invisible barrier had been created that nothing could penetrate. She allowed her cheek to rest on the top of Annabelle's head and closed her eyes, seizing one moment of solitude with her before rising her head again and looking down at the mass of curls sprayed across her shoulder.
"Annabelle, your aunt's worried about you. Come on." She spoke softly to Annabelle, who raised her head and nodded. Standing up, Kelly stood aside to allow the girl room to exit the car. Once she was out the two headed towards the building, putting a lot of distance between them and Carnaby when they neared him. As they approached the figure on the ground, Annabelle grasped Kelly's hand with her own for reassurance and comfort. Looking down at the hand, Kelly noticed that there were already bruises forming on the girl's wrist from where he had grabbed her and dragged her. Kelly squeezed Annabelle's hand, a silent reminder that she wouldn't let him harm her and spoke into her intercom.
"Tania, Tara, see to it that Carnaby Fritton gets put somewhere secure. Get Taylor and Andrea to help you if needed. Remove anything from his pockets. Keys, wallet, everything. Leave him with nothing but the clothes on his back. Tie him up if you deem it necessary and lock the room from the outside. DO NOT stay in the room with him; exit the room as soon as you are done. If he starts to come round then Trinski dart him for safe measure, but get one of the older girls to do it, if he starts to regain consciousness I don't want you near him. Once done I don't want anyone, and I mean ANYONE going in there. You are to give me, and only me, the key to the room, along with his possessions. I will figure out what to do with him later."
"Yes Kelly."
The two girls had reached the planning room by this point and Kelly opened the door for Annabelle. Upon entering the room Annabelle felt the full force of Miss Fritton on her, encircling her into a bone crushing hug. The headmistress was mumbling something that couldn't be deciphered under her oncoming sobs. Kelly left aunt and niece to their embrace and turned towards the chav and emo.
"Carnaby Fritton is unconscious outside, I have instructed the twins to put him somewhere secure for the time being but I don't want them to be left alone with him, go and help them. The girls will fill you in on everything I said, and could you two please, for once, follow this through without bickering."
The two girls nodded and headed off to help the twins, when Kelly turned back towards the group Chelsea was hugging Annabelle. Only releasing her when Polly had tapped her on the shoulder for her turn. Once all the embraces were over and Miss Fritton had pulled herself together Annabelle indicated to Kelly that they needed to talk, and after sweeping one last look around the room, they exited together, heading up to the girls room. It was only when the door was closed and appropriately locked did Annabelle properly relaxed. The thick lock had been slid into place and she felt at ease, because if Kelly had been unable to gain access to the room with bolt in place then there was no way her father would be able to get in.
"Thank you Kelly."
"No, Annabelle. We shouldn't have waited until he was outside in the open, we should have had an attack set up in the foyer, this is my fault. I'm sorry."
"This was not your fault Kelly Jones, don't you dare say that it was. How were you supposed to know he would get violent? This is nobody's fault but his."
As the two girls sat on the bed, Kelly looked sincerely at Annabelle, wondering how best to approach the topic.
"Annabelle, I'm sorry but I have to ask. Has he ever hit you before now?"
"No. he hasn't."
"Are you sure, because he seemed so, well he was, so calm, and it was like, it wasn't the first time."
"No Kelly. He has not hurt me before now. He used to abuse my mum though. When I was little my parents got into lots of arguments. My mum would always send me from the room; I guess she tried to shield me from it. She was a good mum, she was the best mum. She always put herself between me and him; she bore the brunt of his anger. She thought I didn't know but you can't always hide the bruises. And one evening when I was about six, I watched through a gap in the kitchen door, I watched as he beat her. But what could I do? I was only young. So, I ran off to my room and hid myself. About a year later they got divorced. My mum fought for custody of me and she won. She didn't tell the court about him abusing her though, when she filed for divorce she said it was because she didn't love him anymore, which I guess was half the truth, I know because when I was fourteen I found my fathers divorce papers and read them through."
"You say was. What happened? Why are you now stuck with him." Kelly spat out the last word as though it left a bad taste in her mouth, and could see the discomfort spread across Annabelle's face.
"Well, when I was ten my mum got skin cancer. She didn't make it to see my eleventh birthday. She died on July 21st at 6:34am. She didn't even get to see me going to secondary school. The doctors tried everything but they diagnosed it too late and within six months she passed away. Because they didn't know what had occurred between my parents, they sent me to live with my dad."
Kelly was speechless; she didn't know what to say to comfort the girl. In the end she settled on pulling Annabelle into an embrace, holding the girl tight in her arms, putting all her thoughts and comforting words into the hug. They silently sat like that, each girl clinging to the other as though they were a life line, as if breaking the hug would result in death. It was at this point that Annabelle finally admitted to herself just how she felt towards the head girl. Annabelle had never confided so much in one person as she had just now in Kelly and it terrified her that one person could have her complete and utter trust and the power to use it against her. She knew Kelly wouldn't, but it was still frightening all the same. She doubted she would be able to tell Kelly how she felt, telling someone she had feelings for a girl would be hard enough, let alone telling Kelly exactly who. It didn't change the fact, however, that she finally had to admit it to herself. She fancied the head girl.
She, Annabelle Fritton, had feelings for Kelly Jones.
And it terrified her.
Okay, I know it's not quite what you were expecting. I'm sorry if the content of this chapter upset anyone, I did not mean to upset or offend anyone, and I hope you accept my apologies. Reviews are lovely and make me smile lots. Thank you for reading everyone.