Abigail's POV
"Freya, come on baby we are going to be late for school" I yell as I grab my birkin and throw my cell phone and ipad in "What are you doing in there?" I ask as I rush towards Freya's bedroom door. I smile when I see her spraying herself with some perfume that Ryan had brought her from Paris.
"Ok I'm all done Mom" she giggles as she walks out of her room "Are you driving me to school?"
"Yes sweetie, I have a radio interview this morning" I reply as I open the front door and let Freya out before closing and locking it behind us. I follow her to the car and open the car door for her to get in. Freya has to climb up into the Range Rover "We really need to get you a step" I tease as I close the door.
I reverse off the driveway through the tall iron gates which have electronically opened, and then started to close as I look back at our house. The gates were Leroy's idea, another protection detail, I sighed to myself.
It wasn't a long drive to Freya's school and we had only got a little way down the road when I spotted a familiar car and motorcycle through my wing mirror "For god sakes, don't they have anything better to do" I exhale as I watch them pull up behind me at the lights.
"Is it the newspapers again Mom?" Freya asks so innocently "Will they ever leave us alone?" I hate this life for her, she has so much pressure on her little shoulders. Even a trip to the park is like a milatary procedure and sleepovers at her friend's house are completely off limits. I don't have an answer for her so I just smile.
"We live a very privaligldged life baby" I say softly "Alot of people don't get to do the things we do, we need to be grateful for that" I hoped that would be enough. I drive slowly into the car park and am surprised to see the journalist do the same thing.
I have an instinct now that tells me what kind of journalists they will be, these are the kind of journalists that are the reason people like me have a security team "Stay close to me baby ok" I try and reassure Freya, who has already picked up on my worries.
I open my door and get out of the car, I can see the journalists with their cameras already making their way to Freya's side of the car, there are about 5 or 6 of them. I push my way to Freya and turn to the journalists "Could I ask you to respect my daughter's privacy please?" I try and move them back but they only move slightly "Back off please" I try again. To my surprise one of the journalists rips the door out of my hand and flings it open revealing my frightened daughter to the cameras, lights flashed and cameras clicked uncontrollably.
"MOM" Freya squealed she was scared to death as she tried to reach out for the door. I had been pushed away from the car in the rush. The blood boiled inside me as I heard Freya call out to me again, it all happened so quickly.
"BACK OFF" I yelled as I forced my way through the cameras pushing and throwing people out of my way "SHE IS 9 YEARS OLD" I scream at them, one guy tries to get in between me and Freya with a camera so I rip it out of his hand and throw it across the car park.
"THAT'S 14,000 DOLLARS WORTH OF CAMERA" He yells at me, I push my way through the small crowd with Freya in front of me.
"SO FUCKING SUE ME" I scream back, I finally make it inside the main entrance of the school and I am greeted by Mrs Blackwell, the headmistress.
"I have already called the police" she says as she wraps and arm around Freya and puts a hand on my shoulder "Are you both ok?" I nod even though I can feel my whole body shaking.
"Are you ok baby?" I crouch down in front of Freya, who throws her arms around my neck. She is sobbing.
I could feeling my hand shaking at I spoke to Tony on the phone "I'll call Leroy, stay there until he gets there" I agree, I still have Freya wrapped around my torso. I can feel her trembling against me.
"Please leave, this is private property" I hear Mrs Blackwell talking to the journalists "The police have been called" none of them listened they just tried to question her about Freya and I.
I looked down at Freya who looked up at me with a tear stained face "It's gonna be ok baby" I sniffed trying to fight my own tears. We both jumped when we heard car tyres screeching to a halt outside, as I looked out I was surprised to see Ryan following Leroy. They both rushed towards the door. Mrs Blackwell walked quickly beside Leroy and was filling him in on what happened. Ryan came through the door first.
"Are you ok Babe? " he pulled me close as I fought harder to keep my tears inside, I felt Freya throw herself into us. Ryan put his hand around her aswell "What the hell happened?"
"What are you doing here? I thought you were recording?" I asked curiously.
"Leroy was talking us through security for tomorrow nights NYC festival, then Tony called" he explained as he pulled away from me gently and looked into my eyes "Do you honestly think I could stay there after Leroy told me?" I shook my head.
"The police are here" Leroy announced, I looked around and saw an official looking police officer standing in front of me with a less aggressive female officer by his side.
"Miss Jenson" he introduced himself "I am Sargent Taylor and this is Officer Bray" he introduced the officer next to him "We have moved the journalists on" he added "Would you like us to escort you to your next location?"
"No it's fine thank you" I replied much to Ryan's annoyance "Thank you for responding so quickly, but I would prefer it if you would stay and talk to Mrs Blackwell about keeping the school safe"
"Erm Yes of course" the man seemed confused.
"My priority right now is to ensure my child's safety while she attends school" I say firmly "This cannot happen again, not just for my child's sake but for all the children here"
"Ok Miss Jenson, we will see what we can come up with" he reassured me.
I nod and smile at the Sargent before turning my attention to Mrs Blackwell "Come on Freya darling, let's get you to your classroom" she smiles at Freya and takes her hand "Say bye to your Mommy sweetheart" Freya hugs me tightly. I bend down and kiss her softly.
"Bye baby I will pick you up later" I watch as Freya walks with Mrs Blackwell, she is surprisingly happy, even after what has just happened. I turn to look at Ryan and Leroy, I notice the officers have made their way into Mrs Blackwell's office "Take me home" I stutter still trying to hold it together.
"What about the interview?" Leroy interrupts, I just glance at him.
"Take me there then" I reply "Just don't leave me" I whisper. Ryan kisses me on the temple.
"Never" I feel him mouth silently against my forehead "I'm not going anywhere"
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