"I'm sorry, what?"

"You will be involved in an anger management program," He said as he opened his draw and pulled out some paper. "There will be sessions available every day but you are only required to attend on Monday and Thursday. You are free to go for more than two days but you must attend both those days or you will be expelled"

"Are you joking?" I asked. Please be joking, please be joking. He stared at me blankly—he wasn't joking.

"No," He said "I warned you Miss Williamson that there would be consequences for your actions" I groaned, he was right, I couldn't lie about that.

"I know, but can't I just get a 10 hour detention or something?" He frowned and passed the papers on the desk in front of me.

"It starts next Monday" He said, his tone showing finality.

…

I heard the door slam behind me as I shut it. But I wasn't concentrating on how loud the noise was, I was concentrating on the sheets that Mr Sweet gave me.

Name: Patricia Williamson Form: 12G1

Activity: Anger Management Reason: In suspicion of causing harm to a member of staff.

Activity Leader: Mrs Ward Time: 3:30pm-4:30pm

So, this was actually real. Even though I knew my powers were out of control, I never actually imagined it taking me to anger management. I didn't really expect anything, people just usually ignore it. And speaking of ignored, I had completely ignored the fact that the bell had rung for the next lesson and I was going in the wrong direction. I turned around and headed the other way and to my dismay, the next lesson was Art. Which meant, sitting next to slimeball…great.

I awkwardly opened the door into the class room and immediately put my head down as I saw everyone staring at me. Even Miss Walker, who was in the middle of explaining something, stopped to look at me- and that never happened. She didn't even seem angry, which especially didn't happen, she would be angry if someone breathed to loud. Did she really believe this rumour too?

"Well, just continue the last project" She said before awkwardly taking a seat at her desk.

"Really?" I murmured to myself as I walked over to my desk and sat down. As I got my sketchbook out and placed it on the table, I heard almost everyone whispering to each other.

"Do you think she's that angry about going to prison?"

"Probably, she always seemed like the crazy type anyway" I gritted my teeth and balled my hands into fists, trying to contain my anger. Don't Patricia, Just Don't, it's not worth it. Although, to be quite frank, I didn't think I could take it any longer, this was ridiculous. I make the slightest movement and they think I'm going to commit a homicide.

"Fuck this" From the corner of my eye and I saw Eddie turn to face me, with his famous smirk on his face.

"Frustrated already Yacker? You haven't even opened your sketchbook" I turned around to glare at him and lifted my hand up to forcefully to open my sketchbook then turned my head to my sketchbook and continued my last project.

"So" Eddie began, sounding uncharacteristically awkward "What did Sweetie want you for?" I looked at him for a brief second, then shrugged, looking back at my work. He reached over, his breath fanning over my face and slowly closed my sketch book.

" It was about what happened with Trudy isn't it?" I felt every head in the room turn towards us at the mention of it, but I said nothing. As for Eddie , he ignored them but instead focused his energy on giving me the most intense stare, I felt so drawn I couldn't do anything but stare back. When I realised I was looking too long, I took a deep breath in and spoke.

"Ten minutes ago you were telling me my sketchbook was open, and now you're closing it, good job Kruger" I remarked, attempting to change the subject. I didn't want to talk about this subject with him, especially since he stood up for me, for a reason unknown. He continued to stare intensely.

"Patricia"

"Yes, that was what he called me for" I admitted.

"What did he say?"

"Why do you care?" I shot back. He sighed and drew back, then continued his project. I followed his lead and opened my sketchbook. My art piece was coming along, if I did say so myself, It still carried my original idea, I was working on trying to make look the least bit neat…

"Why did you stand up for me?" I felt the question spill out of my mouth before I could stop it. I looked at him as a smirk grew on his face.

"Because I know you, and I know what you can do" Upon hearing his remark, I became even more confused than I was before. What was he trying to tell me?

"What are you-" But before I could finish asking, Mrs Walker spoke up.

"That's enough chatter, I want silence now!" I sighed in frustration and turned to my Art piece once again. I was tired of being in school and being forced to work, I wanted to figure this mess of a life that I had. I was sick of living with questions for everything thing.

Just let it go Patricia, it's not worth it…I hope. I lowered my elbows to table level and heaved a sigh.

General POV

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her, she did look nervous.

"Of course, she needs it right now, I can't imagine what she's going through"

"What about what you're going through? She's the one that-"

"Please, don't" She said, looking down at the ground.

"Okay, I'll do it"

"Thank you"

Patricia's POV

Art was boring. I looked around the room out of boredom, there was nothing much to see but an interactive whiteboard , many bored teenagers and a tired teacher probably emailing her husband some 'exciting' messages. Over time my eyes eventually led me to Eddie's drawing, I saw nothing new, the ball surrounded by grass and other greenery, then a certain object caught my eye…

"Eddie-" But before I could continue, the bell rung and Eddie was out of his seat and out of the door in seconds. I scrambled to grab my stuff and go out of the door but the second I stepped outside, I felt a pair of hands grab my arms and rapidly pull me to the side.

"What the heck!" I exclaimed as I came face to face with my potential kidnapper.

"Hello Patricia" The boy said standing in front, his hazel eyes bold and strong, as if he's just tapped me on the shoulder. I frowned at this, are you kidding me? He didn't seem the least bit apologetic.

"What do you want Jerome?" I never actually liked Jerome too much, not that that was hard to believe after the incident but, I never thought he could be this low. What was he going to do? Take me to the back of the school and beat me up? Either way this was weird, Jerome standing in front of me, like we talked to each other every few months like normal acquaintances. He cleared his throat, pulling me away from my negative thoughts.

"Well, I had just been to Sweetie's office, he told me to tell you that you're needed at Anubis" He informed me. I squinted my eyes slightly, was he lying? Why on earth would I be needed at Anubis House at this time in the day?

"Why?"

"I don't know, you should probably go there and find out" I stood for a moment, contemplating whether I should follow him or not, he wasn't exactly one to be trusted… "Are you coming or not?"

"Yeah, let's go" I nodded, deciding there was no harm in following, it's not like he would actually do anything again. Or would he?

On the way to Anubis house I couldn't help but think about what I was going to Anubis House for. Jerome was a prankster, but was he really a kidnapper? Either way I don't think he would have the guts to kidnap me, he's been way too cautious of me ever since the incident. Even though he's the one that harmed me. Suddenly the thought of the incident and Anubis house reminded me of Trudy. A heavy weight bore on my shoulders as I imagined her soft motherly look in my mind, and the feeling of dread increased. I couldn't run away from it, I failed her.

"Well Williamson, are you going to open the door or not?" Jerome's voice rung in my ears as the image of Trudy faded from my mind's eye. I numbly lifted my hand and turned the door knob. Hearing the door creak open , made the feeling of dread finally sink in, the house felt so cold when Trudy wasn't here…and it was all because of me.

"Thank you, Jerome" A familiar, soft voice spoke up from the kitchen. I froze and let out a slow shaky breath as the small figure appeared from underneath the door way. Jerome nodded and walked away, leaving the door to lightly slam behind him.

But I barely paid attention to what Jerome was doing and instead concentrated on the person in front of me. It was Trudy, but it wasn't Trudy. She still had the same dark, curly hair, but the curls were loose and frail. From a far she still had the same golden skin, but as I looked closer it looked tighter against her skin and she seemed to have paled slightly. Then I looked into her eyes, the eyes that were once warm and welcome, acceptance, now cautious and hesitant.

"What have I done" I whispered.

"Nothing Patricia, you've done nothing wrong dearie" Even though her words were assuring her tight smile and hoarse voice said otherwise. My eyes then averted to the bandage she has on her whole forearm.

"Don't tell me that Trudy, you don't need to lie to me" I murmured, still looking at the bandage, she hid her had behind her bad.

"Patricia, look at me" She said taking a step forward, I looked up but take a step back. I shook my head.

"You shouldn't be near me, you should be in another house where you don't have a destructive person to hurt you"

"No it's not" I shook my head again while walking towards the stairs.

"Patricia," she called after me "Come back"

"Leave me alone" I said as I ran up the stairs

…

General POV

"That was a good excuse Jerry, the girl is trouble, just like her family "

"Of course, now where can I meet you"

"The usual spot"

"Alright, let the planning commence"

Hey guys! I know it's been like a month! I sincerely apologise but I suppose it's for good reason. I am working on a secret project and unfortunately it's taken up a lot of my time, on the other hand I'm really excited to show you guys and I'm hoping you will like it! Follow *at*HiddenRomantics for updates!

Chi x