Archer's Angels

𝟓. 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

Archer's parents sat watching wide mouthed as before them on the lap tops screen, their son was seen trying to lure a girl into his room. When he was confronted by the other young girl with braided hair, Archer began edging closer to her, this gave the one with curly hair a real chance to flee the scene. As she literally ran off, Archer continued talking to the girl with the braids, right up until he went into his room. She also fled, right behind the curly-haired girl. "I never knew why Archer liked that girl so much," Mrs. Lockwood muttered, shaking her head. "She was much younger than him and very ghetto."

"That has nothing to do with what he did!" Mr. Lockwood barked, glaring at his wife. "It doesn't matter where or how she grew up, you let Archer watch that disgusting and trashy movie and he's carried on with that kink crap for years!"

"Exactly," Giselle said, looking at Mr. Lockwood quizzically. "Also, Mr. Lockwood, would you like to elaborate on this movie?"

"Fifty Shades," Mr. Lockwood answered in disgust, looking away from his wife.

Giselle and Kelvin exchanged looks, snorting in amusement. 

Mrs. Lockwood sat there silently as the video continued. Upon seeing her son fling open his door, she gasped in horror. "Oh--"

"Archer will take accountability for his actions, Mr. Barris. We--" Mr. Lockwood glared at his wife, who nodded vigorously--"we're incredibly sorry about what Archer has done. If they'd like, I'll give them a thousand dollars in compensation."

"That's for their parents to decide," Kelvin told him flatly. "We also hope you aren't thinking of paying them off to keep quiet about what happened to them."

"Most of the student body has watched Archer get detained by the cops," Giselle added, shrugging, "You guys are very lucky it didn't end like some police en--"

"Alright," Kelvin cut her off, looking at her funny, "won't you check on your student, yeah?" Seeing that she offended him, Giselle left the office without a word.

Then, Kelvin dismissed the couple by telling them, "You may go to the residence hall to collect Archer's things." And with that, they stood from their chairs, fixing them the way they were before exiting the office.

Meanwhile at the hospital, Nikita woke up to the pungent hospital disinfect invading her nostrils. She squinted her eyes at the bright light that slipped through her closed eyelids. Still in a stretcher being rolled down the first floor hallway, Nikita passed by a girl in a waiting room talking to a nurse. TVs played either the news or cartoons. Multiple news stations are reporting another missing girl who they presumed to be dead.

Once they found a room, the paramedics lifted Nikita off the stretcher and put her into the hospital bed. After making sure she was alright, they left the room. A doctor then rushed in, her white coat bright in contrast to her dark skin. Flashing her beady brown eyes at Nikita, she introduced herself, "I'm Meagan Johnson but you can call me Dr. Johnson." Nikita nodded.

"Your school has contacted us and said they excused you," Meagan explained, reading off her clipboard cheerfully, "And the police, well, Sora there--" she pointed to the officer who mockingly raised her hand, "spoke to your mother and told her you'll stay here."