I watch him go, frowning at his retreating back. I shake my head, wondering what the hell have I gotten myself into.
I knock on the door, sigh and wait for hell to begin.
Chapter two
Sinclair
Shit, the new girl is a new level of fucking hot. I have a feeling though that she will be hard to break. But it will be fun to try.
I have Bethany trained to do my bidding, so maybe I can get her on board with getting this girl to do as she is told.
I go back to my room, because right now, I have a boner that won’t fuck off. I adjust myself as a few girls pass me in the hall. They giggle, making me smirk. I don’t get hung up on girls, but this one has gotten under my skin already. She will be mine; she just doesn’t know it yet.
Maybe I am like my father. He is a sadistic fuck. Maybe he is the reason for my mother doing what she did. I clutch the chain around my neck. The one thing my father didn’t get rid of, not that I gave him a chance when I stole it from her room.
I always think to myself, that if I arrived earlier, I could have saved her. I could have helped her escape my father, but no, she left me to deal with him myself.
When I think back to that day, he had a cold detachment when he looked at her. He was the same at the funeral. He even told me not to cry, so I didn’t. I wore the same look on my face, and when it was over, I walked to the car and told them to take me home.
Life after that was fucked up. My father couldn’t take his anger out on my mother, so that attention turned to me. One day, he came home in a blind rage. Threw me against the wall and wailed on me until I was black and blue. My grandfather on my mother’s side, he was the one to find me curled up in a ball, silently weeping. He surprised me by picking me up, carrying me to my bathroom and cleaning the blood away. He then took me to the hospital, where I stayed for a week. I didn’t return home after, my grandparents took me in.
My father lost the case in court, but he still makes my life hell.
Shaking my head, I open the door to my room. I raise a brow upon seeing Bethany on her knees, naked. She purrs and it takes everything in me not to turn and close the fucking door. I’m done with her needy ass.
Instead, I smirk. Close the door and take what she is offering. I will just think of that dark-haired girl Everly. I bet she is tight, unlike this used up pussy.
Bethany leans up to kiss me, she makes a startled noise when I shift her, so her ass is in the air. I don’t even bother removing my clothes. I take my dick out, slamming it into her. She cries out and I feel her wince at how rough I’m being.
I push her face down towards the bed, muffling the sounds she is making. I’m quick and I slam into her one last time, pulling out in time to come over her back. I grunt, closing my eyes. I see my beauty smiling up at me, those jade green eyes of hers twinkling. Fuck.
I head to the bathroom, turning briefly to look at Bethany. I see a flash of hurt before she schools her features.
“You can go.”
I turn the knob, enter the bathroom and close the door. I turn the shower on to drown out the sounds of her crying. Fuck, when did I turn into a cold ass bastard like my father? Guess I was heading that way anyway.
I step into the shower, letting the water wash over me and washing away what I just did. I will never touch that girl again, but I will use her in other ways.
Everly
I hate it here already. After being escorted to my room, to find it trashed already was just the icing on the welcome cake. The headmaster helped me clear it up, moving my bed and desk back to where it was meant to be. Then he left me to it.
Once everything is put away, I call a friend of mine.
“Ace, I need a favour.”
“What do you need princess?”
“A new lock on my door.” I move from my bed to look out the window. It is quite serene here.
“Making friends already are we.” He laughs.
I chuckle. “Nah, they’re complete dicks here. I just need to stop people from breaking into my room. I don’t need the same shit happening to me again.”
The jokey tone is gone in an instant. “If anyone touches you, you call me.”
“Yeah, I will.” I promise him. Ace is like a brother to me. We grew up together, his mother being the model like mine. My father didn’t like us being so close, so he forced my mum to break ties with his mum. Not that it worked, we still went to the same school, he just didn’t know it.
“I’ll be there at the weekend. I’ll also install a camera, no one will know it’s even there. You will have all the details for it so no one can hack into it.”
“Thanks Ace, just email me the bill and I’ll pay it.”
“No need, you’ve helped me enough with my business. I can finally repay the favour.”
He hangs up before I can protest. Asshole.
Before I get into bed, I check over my timetable. English first, the advanced class. I have already read over the text, ones I have already studied so I won’t have any issues with my assignments.
My phone pings, alerting me I have a text. Glancing at it, I see it’s my father. I ignore it. If he thinks after what he said to me before I left that we will be besties, he can think again.
I hate him.
Climbing into bed, I hear girls talking outside my door. I sit up, hearing them trying to open the door.
“Get lost.” I shout.
They laugh, yeah highly hilarious.
Sighing, I roll over. Hoping my nightmares will stay away, but I have a feeling, new nightmares are about to begin.
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I stare at myself in the mirror, looking over the stupid uniform we have to wear. Black pleated skirt, with white stripes. White blouse, with a silver tie and the school crest in the middle. The blazer has the same crest, but it’s far too hot to wear it yet. I look like a goth with all the black going on. And with my long black hair, it makes the whole thing look worse.
Sighing, I think to myself, it’s only for a year then I am out of here.
I grab my laptop, put it in my bag and leave my room. I made a mental note of the school with the map that was given to me. I get curious looks; some give me a smile. But I know those looks, I know those smiles and when the vultures dive in, I’ll know who they really are, it’s just a waiting game really.
I make my way to the canteen. Stares follow me the whole way. I get that a lot, with who my mother was and the way I look. My mother was oriental, she lived in Japan before she moved to America and that’s where she met my father. When they decided to have a family, they moved to London. I wish I was there now and not in this preppy ass school.