Thrust Into His Arms

I drag her into a classroom and lock the door.

It is conveniently empty thanks to the party and that school couples are yet to choose it as a make out spot. I would just be borrowing it for a short time. "What is the pattern?" I ask again, after bending her on a desk and twisting her arms this time. "Screw you!" She spat.

I scoff, I really don’t want to spill blood or leave marks on her. This is no place for real classic torture, but she is pushing it. Suddenly I get an idea. I remember Brooke phone’s unlock pattern was the first letter of her name. I decided to try it out, drawing a C pattern.

Bingo!

It surprisingly unlocks showing her wallpaper of herself in a bikini. How sweetly predictable!

I left her, pacing about to find the posts and delete them from the website and wiping it off her phone too. She fiercely attacks by throwing a chair which I dodged just in time and it crashes on the door. Damn it! That made so much freakin noise. "You think you’ve won? That it would be the end by getting rid of the photos? No.

Everyone is going to know of it. And I’ll make sure I drag that bitch down and kill her with my own two hands. I am going to fucking make sure of it!"

Her calm declaration of that tells me it’s not just an angry bluff being spouted out on impulse. It is a promise.

More like a vow.

Stupid and detrimental on her part as I have come to a decision because of it. I don’t want what she has seen to be known by anyone else. To ensure that,

she needs to be taken out.

She is clawing at my hands. Her struggle getting weaker and weaker with each passing second until it becomes a weak patting. Her face turning dark red, then purple before she goes lifeless. I do not let go quickly as I need to make sure that she is gone out—completely. Then I let go and she falls limply at my feet.

I stare blankly at her lifeless figure with no emotion whatsoever. She brought this upon herself with her irritating ass. She should have just been down at the party hall. Or better never have left the house. Why did she have to come and see that?

And also attempting to get rid of my pet. Speaking of her, I am trusting in how much she wants to maintain her scholarship. She won’t be telling anyone. Come to think of it, she is my first kill in school.

It’s exciting. But now I have to figure out how to dump her corpse without being seen. That is going to be a little piece of work. And I have to move quickly. Soon enough, I get an idea and map it all out in my head. I can faintly hear the principal making an announcement. I wait for him to end his boring speech before I put a call across to him.

I will be needing his authorization and assistance. "Hello sir." I greet as he picks up.

"What is it?"

"There is something I need your help with." I answer.

"A favor? Just say the word."

GWENETH

"Are you sure you are okay?" Rex asks me worriedly for the umpteenth time. I force out a smile to show him that I am okay because there is no way that I can tell him the reason or give him any inkling at all. I had left the restroom and gone to fund Rex who was had been searching for me. I had immediately asked to be taken home, conjuring up a lie that I had gotten my period which he believes but seems to be having doubt. "I am good. Just feeling a little crampy that’s all. It is always like this on the first day." Guilt trips me as I lie to him once again. I so badly want to tell him what Calix had done and the fact that I am being blackmailed now. But I can’t.

Only the very beginning of my school life had been mine. It fell into Calix’s hands after that. Now he is holding even my future too.

"Okay then. Good night." He said.

"Good night."

I stay crying on the cold bathroom floor. The showerhead raining down water in the highest torrent above me and drowning out my tears. But it is still not enough to wash away what Calix had done to me.

Curry. She must have been the one who had taken those pictures. Courtney and her friends must have known about it too. Did Calix pay them to get those? The assumption is plausible. He must have desperately wanted to get his hands on something new that he could use to blackmail me. No wonder they so badly wanted me to go. That was it! They planned it, and I fell right into the trap.

I had an intuition not to go but I didn’t listen. God I am so stupid. I should never have gone to that sleepover. If I hadn’t, these pictures would not exist. I don’t have a lot of blame for Courtney and her friends. But Curry, she went along with it. There is no way that she could not have known or was not part of this.

Existing and being in that school is my crime. They already have it all. Money, a life of luxury that someone like me can never even dream of, and not having to worry about their future. I have nothing.

I do not hold a candle to them, but yet. . . They are all out to destroy me. All I want is to graduate from there, nothing more.

This one is mostly my fault. I had given Calix a new blackmailing tool to use on me once again.

I drag myself out of the shower and went to bed holding Percy close to me as I badly need to be comforted. He is the only one I can cry to and confide in. Perfect because he will not understand anything I say.

CALIX

"How could you do something like this on the school grounds?!" The principal frets, pacing up and down in his office with all the worry and skittishness in his face and movement. This is too much for him to handle. He must be seeing me like some deranged serial killer no doubt.

He must have forgotten who asked to kill his nephew. I may have carried out the murder, but he has a part in it and that makes him a killer too.

Everyone has a dark side. Just not everyone has the guts to live in it and embrace it like I have.

So I am sitting calmly and smoking with the corpse laid in a sitting position on corner of the principal’s desk just incase any nosy idiot comes knocking. I would be doing more than one kill tonight if another pair of eyes sees this corpse aside from me and the principal.

I glance at the corpse like I have been doing for the past half hour. I am itching to get rid of it. But the party lovers are still going on. I get a sick thought of taking a photo with it . But no.

I may be morally dead and rotten beyond resurrection and perhaps a little mental too, but I’m not sick. And besides. . . What is the point of taking a keepsafe photo when I would soon dump her useless corpse in the nearest lake and go back to living like the part where I killed her tonight never happened?

"She annoyed me too much. I could not help it." I say calmly, inhaling out smoke. "How are we going to handle this? This is a big issue. If an investigation is launched, the police would most likely come here to ask questions!"

"Not "we" me. Cause I will be doing the hard part. All you have to do is play it sealed lips and cool when an investigation is launched. If you can do that, I’II be making another donation." His face clears of all the skittishness when I say that. A small calculative smile comes on.

Greedy mood activated.

GWENETH

The weekend came and passed by so fast. Monday had never come so quickly. I could barely relate and gist with mom during the weekend. Now I am once again watching her leaving. "Are you sure you want nothing for your birthday?" Mom pauses putting on her makeup to ask.

I nod my head, smiling. "Only a special dinner would do. I will wait until you get back during the weekend." I answer the same thing I told her and Dad yesterday. So much is going on that I can even pretend to be excited for my birthday which is tomorrow.

I only want one wish that God, fairy godmother or whatever deity that is capable of seeing and hearing wishes should really grant me. Surviving Krohns Highschool. That is not too much to ask, is it?