I step back, trying to regain myself from the trauma I’ve been through in the last couple of minute and when my eyes finally clear up, I see the two guys struggling on the floor, and throwing punches at each other and more students gather around to watch. Although I feel grateful for being rescued, I do pity the boy who just saved me because I know he officially just ruined his life in this school.
After a few minutes of endless fight, the new guy gets up from Bruce, battered on the ground and he walks towards me, his mouth bruised and there is also a cut a little above his brow and there. Although I can tell he is feeling some pain on his face, he still flashes me an amusing smile.
“Hi, my name is Arthur O’Brien. I’m new here and I think I’m not in the wrong block.” He says with a thick British accent as he extends his hand to take mine. His blue eyes twitch in adoration as he stares at me and this is the first time someone has ever looked at me with this way and I can’t help smiling and offering him my hand.
“I’m Karen, Karen Butler.” I reply, trying to fight off the smile on my face, as he takes my hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on it, “you didn’t have to, you can get into-” he shakes his head, not letting me finish my sentence.
“My parent raised me to believe that every girl deserves to be respected, so I’m sorry, but I have to stand out for that anytime any day.” He turns from me to the rest of the student standing around. “What is wrong with you people? What happened to standing up to what’s wrong? And what is the fun of watching a human suffer when you know you’re also a human?”
No one replies him and he sighs, turning back to look at me. “Is everyone in this school a moron?” he asks, following me as I walk towards history class.
I hide my laughter and shrug. “I don’t know. Are you new? I don’t mean the school, I mean like from far away? Your accent…” I ask suddenly, turning to look at him.
My question must have sounded off because he laughs and my cheeks grew warm. “My dad is a lawyer. He got transferred here from his firm in the UK last week.”
I take a moment to analyse his features, thick black locks which I noticed have been falling to his face now and then, his full brow, deep blue eyes and not just any type of blue eyes, those you only get to see in movies, except this isn’t a movie, and it’s a reality, my reality. His perfectly sculpted nose and his full red lips and his light skin, my eyes raise up to search his face out and goodness is he a delight?
“Like what you see?” he asks, grinning widely as we enter the classroom and I take my usual seats and weirdly enough, he decides to a seat beside me.
I hide my red face in my bag, which I am currently searching through to bring out my history notebook from. “When I look up again, his eyes remained on me. “I… I, I’m sorry if it was creepy, it j-ust.” I stutter stupidly and look away; then I take a deep breath before looking up back at him. “All my life I've been bullied in this dumb school and the only person who has stood up for me was my guardian William, and you are so cute and I know that can’t be real, so I’m trying to see if there is a little deformity in you that made you do what you did.”
Pain flickers in his eyes a little when I say this before he gets up from beside me, “I don’t have a deformity, Karen,” he says, getting up from beside me and I feel like I’ve done something criminally wrong. “If there’s anyone with a deformity, then it should be those morons who were standing there and watching while that dumb dick assaulted you before them.” His face grows a deep shade of red and I know he’s truly pissed off, “Have they gotten to you so much you don’t see that?”
“I’m sorry, Arthur; it's I didn’t know what to think. And I’m not really what anyone would stand up for.” I mumble.
If he heard me, he doesn’t show any react reaction. Instead he asks, “Why?”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Why what?”
“Why did you let him get to you?”
I sigh in pain and regret, “It’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
AFTER History class, I head for my Economics class, and Arthur follows behind. “Are you also having economics?” I ask, my brow rising along with my question.
“No, music.” He replied, still keeping pace with me.
“Okay, do you want something?” I ask the only thing left to ask.
“Can we hang out after school?”
His question takes me by surprise and I stop walking. I turn to him because, clearly, I’m feeling the teasing coming on.
I cross my arms around my chest, and all emotion vanishes off my face. “What would happen if I say no?”
Something in him seems to go dull, and he looks down at me, “I’ll respect your wish.” He unfolds my hand and gently brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss there again before walking off.
My first instinct after school dismissed is to run home because Bruce may be down, his other minions were still around, and I also need to avoid Chloe and Arthur, the new boy. So I take my bag and put in my stuff and books and I am about running out the door when I collide with Chloe and that is where I’ve been in the last four-minute.
“Why are you avoiding me, Karen?” she asks in a serious tone. I know she’s angry.
I give her a ridiculous face and laugh a little that does not help; the situation. “Avoid you? Why would I do that?”
“Exactly the question I’ve been asking myself the whole day until I met Michael twenty minutes ago and he told me what had happened earlier today.”
Oh, I forgot the part where half the school saw Bruce get dirty with me. “You already heard right?” tears well up in my eyes and I bite down on my lips to keep them concealed. I turn my back and walk away.
“Don’t you dare turn your back on me, Karen Butler; I’m still your best friend”
“What was it you wanted me to say, best friend? That Bruce’s hands were on my butt and he had me pressed to his crotch and he threatened to have his way with me in front of everyone if I dare show my face at prom with any other guy who is not him?” My voice rising as each word falls from my mouth along with the tears in my eyes.
Chloe covers her mouth in surprise and walks towards me, but I raise my hand up in protest. “Michael didn’t tell me that. He told me he arrived at the scene of Bruce being beaten into unconsciousness.” She tells me, her eyes beholding nothing but the truth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
I shrug, my voice returning to its normal pitch, “It happened, and it’s over.”
“I’m glad Bruce got knocked out.” She walks up to me and wipes my tears away from my face.
I smile, “Me too,” we marched out together towards the limo waiting for us at the parking lot.
“Who is the new guy, anyway? I hear he is cute.”
I roll my eyes at her obviousness. “He is.” I admit a smile crawling into my face again, “his name is Arthur O’Brien, and he’s new.”
“You’re gonna have to tell me all about him.”
Although I’d sent out all invitations for my little birthday party, as instructed by William, I am not sure anyone is going to come. William had promised that he would show up for the party, but I am no longer sure he plans on keeping to that promise, either. He told me he was travelling to Jamaica for a business deal in the morning but still promised to be around for my birthday. I set the party to seven p.m. to nine p.m., hoping that whatever happens, the few that will come will have fun. Chloe helped me get Arthur’s number, and I didn’t even know how she did it, but I invited him after apologising for the wrong way I had treated him the previous day. He accepted the invitation after making me promise to go out on a formal date with him. Cassandra knocks on my door at around eight in the morning and when I open my door, she hands me a pretty purple gown with white crystal design on the thin arms and around the waist. I collect the dress and notice a note at the side of it and pull
I get down from the stairs where I had fallen asleep on after everyone left and I climb up the stairs, heading for my room when I hear the door open, and with care I draw closer, making sure my feet don’t make any noise as I walk. I draw closer and I see William walk in and close the door and when I look at the clock on the wall and it reads two minutes past midnight. He is looking tired and quite exhausted and I can’t help feeling a part of my heart go out to him, but the other part refuses to feel sad or pity for him. He drops his suitcase on the brown leather sofa and moves around it to sit down. “I’m glad you’ve gotten. home now,” I spoke, making my presence known to him before turning and walking off. I hear him call out my name, but I don’t care to look at him as I walk in and slam the door. I walk to the bed and throw myself on it and close my eyes when I hear a knock on my door. I stay silent for the first few knocks that come to my door and just when I thought he had left;
Seven thirty A.M. The ray of sun on my face wakes me up and I pull myself off the bed to a sitting position and glance around the room strangely. Was it a dream, or did William kiss me last night? I smile harder when I realised it wasn’t a dream and I throw the covers off my body and get up from the bed in glee. I stop myself to ask what did our moment last night even mean. After a minute of not figuring the answer, I returned to being happy for the outturn of things last night. Today is Saturday and it prom day!! And I can finally ask William to be my prom date and I hope to heavens that he accepts. There is really no time to delay, so I run into the bathroom and I brush my teeth in a rush and take a quick bath; that’s if you’d consider thirty minutes bath ‘a quick bath’ and I come into my room and dry my hair and put on my casual wear, a pink skirt reaching my knee and a white crop top and I almost forget to put on my glasses. Talk about being eager. I meet Cassandra on my way do
At exactly seven fifteen p.m., the doorbell rings and as I hear it from my room, I know it’s none other than Chloe keeping to her word and trying not to get on the list of those she’s going to pluck their hairs off; I am prepared and ready for her. Tonight I am out in a simple black lace gown, which is almost reaching my knee, with a black three inches high heel. My hair I tie up in a ponytail and my makeup I apply light, besides there’s really no special person to make up for. A knock comes to my door and straightway. I walk over and open it up, and Cassandra greets me with a warm smile. “Chloe is waiting downstairs.” “Thank you, Cassandra, I’ll be down in a minute,” I tell her, running over my makeup table and grabbing my purse and walking out of the room. The stairs, like always, are a drag with my heels and my legs hurt and as I complete the impossible task, I climb down and there is Chloe in a red silk gown that is sleeveless and which goes all the way down. Her gorgeous blonde
I close the door as I enter the limo and I see Chloe seated at the extreme end and plugging the cord and putting her earpiece into her ears and I see Arthur fidgeting with his fingers and staring down at either his shoes or the rug of the car. He looks up as I take my seat close to him and his blue eyes sparkle in delight and he seats up straight. “For a moment I thought he talked you into changing your mind.” He mutters as the car moves, “hope you didn’t have a fight with him or at least I hope it wasn’t because of me.” I move my head from side to side. “No, it wasn’t really because of you, but it was long overdue.” “He cares about you a lot, I guess.” He mumbles out before looking into my eyes. I scoff in pure disbelief. “Well, he sure has a bizarre way of showing it. “ His hand comes to my face and moves the strand that falls on it away with ease. “He is showing it by being protective. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me” “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he asks and I tur
The night was amazing and as Arthur saw me back home; I knew it couldn't get better. "So hope your night was as great as mine," Arthur mumbles into my ears as we get out of the limo and approach the door. "It was, thank you," I reply, grinning widely. We pause at the door, and he takes my hand. "I was going to ask you this earlier, but I didn't want to be too forward." "What?" "Would you like to go out with me?" "Like a date?" my brow narrow. He nods, "Yea, I kinda like you and I don't want to wait until forever to know how you feel, so I would like to go out on a date with you and see how that goes." "Well, we don't need a date," I pull him to myself and with my eyes slowly closing, I place my lips on his. His lips part as they welcome mine eagerly and soon take possession of it. His arms go around my waist as his tongue sweeps past my teeth and as I am about to open up, he pulls away. "I'm sorry." He said, with apologetic eyes. "You don't have to. I liked it. I like you,"
'Get out here!' The angry voice of William shouts aloud, but I don't. I continue to hide in the closet. 'You know you can't hide from me' he sneers and I clench hard on my chest as his footsteps draw closer. 'I know where you are and I will not be angry if you come out, kid, but if you don't, I will be.' I whimper and tremble with fear and I bite my bottom lips to keep the quivering of it silent. 'Last chance!' I hear him say and next, the closet door opens and William walks in towards me. 'No!' The rasp cry escapes my mouth as he takes me by the hand and pulls me out. ‘Don't hurt me, please.’ I beg, tears running down my face. 'Too late now.' He replies and tosses me to the bed before climbing on it. "No!" I scream and my eyes open to realise it was just a nightmare. I fall back in bed and sweat breaks out on my face, and I curl into a ball. Last night's incident may have affected me more than I thought it did and now I'm having nightmares from them. I don't know if I'd be abl
I push myself over to his door and I slowly push it open and I stopped in my tracks at what I see. The grunt is louder in his room, but unlike I had expected, it's not from pain but from pleasure, apparently. Williams is completely naked from his head down, and his back faces me. In front of him is a woman with long brunette hair on her knees and he seems to love whatever it is she's doing to him because his grunt and hissing and moaning are louder in the passing moment. "Oh Viola, like that! I'm almost there! Yes." His hands buried in the lady named Viola's hair and he seems to guide her up and down his length and faster and his thrust gets wilder. I tell myself to get away from inside before I'm noticed because I am invading two people's privacy, but I'm so shocked at what is happening in front of me I can't bring myself to move. "Yes! Fuck, I'm coming!" He growls like a wild animal as his body trembles weakly and he loses his balance from his release and grabs on to the bed sta