Vengeful Love

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Chapter 3

Three days had passed, and Naomi was finally allowed to leave the hospital, with the assurance that she'd be receiving therapy to get back her memories, and aid her in relieving herself of her hallucinations. Her parents wheeled her out of the hospital in a wheel chair and helped her into their shiny black Porsche, before shutting the door and driving away. She didn't speak much to anyone now, keeping mostly to herself in fear that they'd believe she was crazy. She had dreams, horrible dreams about Angels and Demons, of broken hearts, and tormented lovers.

As they pulled up to their large manor, her parents pulled up to the mailbox and grabbed the mail before pulling up the long driveway. It was no secret that Naomi's parents were wealthy, it was just a fact that everyone in the county knew. "Honey…look at this…" spoke Mrs. Brigham. They were climbing out of the car, and while Mrs. Brigham helped Naomi, Mr. Brigham looked over the letter handed over by his wife.

Naomi ignored them both and went to her room where she curled up in bed and blocked out the world. She wasn't sure how many hours, or even days went by before she actually tuned into what her parents were trying to tell her. Apparently she had to pack. Her eyes opened up a bit more, zoning into reality as she watched her mother pull out a large black suitcase, and a brown box. "Sweetie…come on…you've been doing nothing but laying down for a week…You've barely eaten…and you haven't spoke to anyone…Help me pack your things…"

"W-Where…are we going?" she whispered hoarsely.

"You…are going to Shoreline Academy…it's in a warmer part of California…you'll love it…We visited it yesterday….it's beautiful….Come on…" she ushered her daughter over to start putting things in the box while she added clothes and necessary items to the suitcase. Naomi put a few CDs, DVDs, books, and personal pictures into the box, then moved to add her favorite pillow, a wolf stuffed animal, and her favorite woven blanket. Then she sat down on her desk chair and watched her mom fill her bag with the trendiest and most adorable outfits she could find. Naomi cracked a small smile and tossed her cellphone, and charger into the box as well. "We were assured they had a wonderful therapist…So…we want you to keep going to one…It's a very nice woman named Franceseca. You'll like her…very pretty woman…"

"When do I leave…"

"Once we finish packing…"

"Oh…Okay…" she murmured as she finished filling the box and then carried it down to the car. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a San Bernardino County hoodie, white with big red letters across it. Within the next hour she was stuffed into the car and on a long car ride to Shoreline Academy, her new hell on earth.

As they pulled up to the Academy, Naomi's eyes widened at the beauty that surrounded her. "It's so pretty…" she mumbled to herself. The car came to a stop and Naomi slowly opened the door and stepped out, feeling the breeze from the ocean sweep across her cheeks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the salt water. She secretly hoped she'd have a view of the ocean from her room.

"Come on Naomi…" urged Mr. Brigham softly, lightly touching her daughters elbow as if she was going to shatter at any moment. Naomi pulled herself from her trance and grabbed her purse, following her parents, who held her things. "Don't worry…we will write, call, and email. We made sure to pack your laptop for you…Don't hesitate to call us if you need anything else…We're mailing you your bed set so you'll feel right at home…."

Naomi didn't say anything, just nodded as the doors in front of them opened and she saw a happy woman with golden curls and a beautiful smile. "Hello Naomi, I'm Francesca…Welcome to Shoreline Academy…I hope you like it so far…" her voice was warm and seemed to settle over Naomi like a blanket.

She didn't speak, just nodded mutely and her parents sighed, "Naomi…we're going to leave you with Mrs. Francesca…We love you sweetie…" Her parents set down her things and hugged their daughter before pulling away and hesitating, before walking away slowly, as if they were afraid to leave Naomi alone. Naomi didn't listen, just picked up her suitcase, while Francesca picked up the box and led her into the Academy's front door.

"Naomi…" spoke Francesca, "Dear…are you okay? You can talk to me…about anything…" she urged politely. Naomi nodded and looked around, eyes curious and filled with wonder. "Well then…let's take you to your room…" They headed down a corridor, out another door into the cool breezy weather, across a terrace where students seemed to be eating and towards a large building she assumed was the dorms. As Naomi crossed the terrace, everything went silent and she turned, stopped and glared at the students, who watched her with wide eyes.

"I hear she's crazy…"
"I heard she tried to tear out her heart!"
"She's pretty but look at how angry she looks!"
"Pretty? That girl is hot!"
"Yea, but she's crazy…stay away from her…"

Francesca cleared her throat and held open the door to the dorm open for Naomi, who finally turned away from the hushed whispers and headed inside, where she was led to the third floor and down a small hallway. The door they stood before was cracked open slightly, and she could hear soft music coming from inside, as well as the smell of nail polish. "Here we go…yes you have a roommate…but she's a wonderful girl…Gabbe…We're hear…" The door swung open and a petite blonde girl stood before them, grabbing for the box in Francesca's arms.

"Welcome to Shoreline Academy Naomi, I'm Gabbe!" she cheered with a slightly southern accent. Naomi gave a small smile and tentatively entered the room, heading towards an empty looking bed. There were crisp white sheets and blankets on it, along with pillows, but otherwise it was plain, compared to the other side of the room that was covered with floral prints and posters. "I've got it from here Frankie! She's good with me…" Gabbe urged as she set the box down on Naomi's desk.

Francesca nodded and smiled, before turning and leaving their room, closing the door with a soft click. Naomi stood staring at her suitcase for a moment before she put her purse down and unzipped the case before her. Gabbe hovered behind her and Naomi felt tense. "So…this where you'll be staying…need help unpacking?"

Naomi shook her head and moved to open a decently sized closet, which she instantly started to hang hangers of clothes on. Putting shoes on the bottom, and then folding pants and some shirts up to place in the drawers next to her bed. Make-up, and bathroom necessities were placed in another drawer, then the empty suitcase was set on the bottom of the closet. It didn't take her more then fifteen minutes to unpack her suitcase, but the entire time she could feel Gabbe's quiet stare on her back, waiting to say something.

Naomi moved onto the large brown box, taking out books to set on her desk, between two wolf statues she also pulled from the box. She tossed her plush wolf onto the bed, followed by her favorite blanket and pillow, then slowly put out some pictures on her desk and beside table. Her laptop was set on the desk, and her phone instantly got put on the charger she plugged into the wall. She unfolded the box and slid it under her bed, before turning to Gabbe. The whole ordeal took thirty minutes, but the strange southern girl still stood quietly, with a soft smile on her face. "Ready to go eat?" asked Gabbe with a laugh.

Naomi shook her head. "Id' rather not…" she mumbled. "Go ahead…I won't touch you're things….You might think I'm crazy…but I won't steal anything…" she muttered and then sat on her bed, rolling over and relaxing her tense body into a restful position.

There was a few second pause before a soft sigh was heard and then the sound of footsteps. Naomi could slightly feel Gabbe at her back, but before she could ask her to leave her alone, she was turned over and pulled to her feet. "I don't think you're crazy, Naomi…and I trust you…come on…you need something to eat…and I need to show you where your classes are. "

Naomi looked surprised by Gabbe's friendly attitude, and so she nodded slowly and headed out the door, stuffing her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "Now this is the dorm room…everyone lives in here…girls and boys alike…we are a coed dorm, but don't get any ideas…" she teased. They continued back outside where students were still eating. "This is where meals are served when it's nice out…any other time they're over there in the mess hall…That building over there," she pointed," is where classes are held," And if you ever need to find Francesca…she's over there through the patch of trees…" she pointed at some trees and a beautiful lodge. "Over there is the beach…it's over the cliff though so you have to take an alternate path down to the sand…but it's nice to stand at the cliff on moon filled nights…sorta romantic I think…" she laughed quietly. "We have bonfires down there sometimes, as well as some festivals. Now let's get some grub!" Gabbe grabbed Naomi's hand and brought her to a table where a student waiter came up. Naomi got a water and a muffin, while Gabbe ordered coffee, eggs and toast.

She was slightly aware of other students coming to their table and asking her questions, which she mutely nodded yes and no answers to. When her muffin came she picked at it silently and then stood up from the table when the questions got to be too much. "I'm going back Gabbe…thanks…but…I'm just not ready…" she whispered before swiftly turning and going back to the dorm.

Gabbe didn't return until that night, thank goodness it was Saturday and there were no classes for her to miss, otherwise Naomi would be farther behind then she assumed she already was. When Gabbe entered she attempted to stir Naomi, but she only pretended to be sleeping. Before to long the lights were turned off and Naomi actually did slide into sleep. Only it wasn't a peaceful sleep.

She awoke in a cold sweat, her breathing coming in harsh gasps and her eyes wide with terror, her chest was hurting and she grabbed at it with her fingers, trying to stop the paint in some way. Whimpers fell from her lips without her consent and it quickly woke up Gabbe who crossed the room in a flash and put a hand on Naomi's shoulder. Naomi flinched and started to cry. "Naomi …what's wrong what happened?" asked Gabbe in a worried tone.

"It hurts…so much…how could he…how could he kill…how could he do that to-" she broke down, unable to stay anything through her sobs.

"It's okay…It's going to be okay…you're safe here…" cooed Gabbe.