❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝟓𝟎𝟓, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 ❞
Matilda King, the church girl who used to work for the multi-billionaire who lives in the town; or more s...
❝ now we got problems, and I don't think we can solve 'em. ❞
- bad blood by taylor swift –––––––––––– MATILDA'S POV
I was in the bathroom while the speaker from outside in the dorm room was blasting a Taylor Swift song, the water coming from the shower head preventing me from being able to hear the lyrics. Just then, a different song clashed with it.
"Mattie? Your phone's ringing!" Isma said, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Give me a sec!" I responded, turning off the shower and wrapping myself with a towel, twisting the doorknob revealing Isma with my phone in hand. I thanked her and quickly shut the door, answering the phone.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Matilda?" Craig's phone quivered from the other side.
"Craig? Is everything alright?" I asked, taking the sound of his voice into account.
"Can you quickly get dressed and meet me outside campus in 10? Bring some stuff," He said quietly, muffled snores could be heard in the background.
"Wait, why?" I questioned.
"I'll explain later, I promise," He choked, sounding like he had just cried his heart out.
"Okay," I whispered, a bit of worry hanging around in my head. I quickly hung up, wrapping my hair in a towel and bursting the bathroom door open.
"Jesus!" Isma shreeked, "Was that your little pet boy, again?" They asked with a smirk on their face, but it was quickly wiped off when they saw my face had the word 'dismay' written all over it.
"I've got to go. Could you help me pack up some of my stuff? A pair of clothes, makeup and my notebook, plus my earphones!" I added.
"You can never live without them I swear," They joked, but did as they were told, and began to stuff all my things into my abnormally large designer bag; which was probably a dupe. I grabbed whatever I found in the closet, rushing towards the bathroom again and shut the door behind me. I took a look at what I'd picked and groaned.
"I'm gonna have to make this work," I mumbled, putting on the outfit, trying not to get it wet from my damp hair.
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^ outfit :) ik it looks good but the colours kind of look off ––––––––––––
I then rushed out again, careful not to slip.
"Catch!" I heard Isma say, before a bag was thrown at me, hitting my chest as my hands caught it just in time.
"Thanks for the heads up," I chuckled before heading to the dorm door, putting on my sneakers and heading out. I swung the bag over my shoulders and sneaked around the campus, since we weren't actually allowed to be out this late at night. His voice sounded so upset and scared on the phone, I just couldn't resist. I held the strap tightly and pushed the glass doors of the campus, Craig's car plate number poking out from the edge of the building. I walked towards it and saw him leaning against the car with his arms crossed over his chest, his tear stained eyes glistening under the moon.
"Are you crying?" I asked, clearly concerned. I cupped his face and took a quick look at his eyes, streams of tears staining his cold flushed cheeks.
"No," He muttered, turning his face away from me to open the car door, "My dad already contacted the college administrators, we're allowed to leave campus for a few days," I nodded, and thanked him as I ducked to get in the car. He got in the seat beside me and let out a huge sigh that I could tell he'd been holding in, "Where do I even start."
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It was the next day, and we had just left the courtroom in fury; especially Craig.
"That was stupid," He mumbled angrily, heading out of the building. I bit my lip in frustration, eyes dead from the result of the judge's decisions. We reached the car in silence. Once we settled inside, Craig immediately hit the steering wheel after turning the engine on, causing the car to honk loudly.
"That was so fucking stupid!" He yelled, "So stupid." He concluded, resting his head on the wheel. I patted his back as a result of not knowing what to do. I didn't know Ms. Hart very well, but all I knew was that she definitely didn't deserve to be killed in a car crash. The fact that her killer was a drunk man who left the courtroom without a single charge along with a stay at one of the most luxurious 'rehab centres', felt unreal to me.
"I can drive, if you want?" I offered, giving him an opportunity for him to calm down.
"No, it's fine. I'm fine," He repeated, hitting the gas pedal. I leaned back on my seat and began to process everything that had led us here.
Craig received a phone call from his dad that informed him that his highschool teacher had died in a car crash with her fiance, which involved an intoxicated Deane Withmore. Unfortunately, she passed after having a head-on collision with the car, while her fiance suffered countless injuries and was currently in a coma in the hospital, all while Deane Withmore left the scene without a single scrape.
He then was sent to court a day after Ms. Hart's funeral, which Craig and I attended along with his old highschool friends, Billy and Margie.
"He can't get away with this," I could hear Margie's words echo in my mind.
"He won't." Craig's voice responded with determination.
He did. He got away with it all.
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A/N: okay. term break!! i hope i can update often now! <3 sorry for being inactive AGAIN. its frustrating ik sorry guys - Raven
