A Cappella Academy {IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING}

Chapter 31-Fighting the Last Battle

I could do this! I had to do this. I needed to talk to Mr. Richards in a civil way. How hard could that be? I mean taking into consideration every time we're talked we've gotten into an argument.

I didn't care. I didn't care how nervous I was. I loved Blake and Blake was worth fighting for. I would do whatever it took to keep him in my life.

I didn't know if I could live without him.

I drove over to Blake's house and rang the door bell. I felt the knots churning in my stomach as my heart was trying to break out of my chest. Why was I so nervous?

Well, technically I was not even welcomed in this house. Marvin, the butler, came to the door smiling, but a frown swept his face as soon as our eyes met.

"Ms. Walker, you know you aren't welcome here. Blake isn't here if you're looking for him. He's at the...library."

Library? Huh. "Actually I'm here to see Mr. Richards. I have to talk to him and work out whatever he has against me. I can't go on with him hating me. I know it sounds stupid but-"

"Marvin, who is at the door?" I could hear a familiar bellow coming down the stairs.

Marvin was about to reply, but he didn't. He didn't need to. Mr. Richards had made I contact with me as he was coming down the stairs.

"What are you doing here? I thought I made it very clear that I did not want you ever to be on the premises of my house," Mr. Richards spat.

"It was crystal clear, but-"

"'But' nothing. If it was crystal clear then you understand. You may now leave."

Mr. Richards started to close the door as Marvin stood there in silence.

"Wait!" I yelled, holding the door open. "I need to talk to you and I am not leaving until I do! I will chain myself to a tree if I have to until I can talk to you! I need to understand!"

Tears were starting to brim my eyes, but I didn't allow them to fall. This caused Mr. Richards into a deep silence. Without saying anything he re-opened the door and started walking, so I followed him.

We went to the study. The one that was surrounded by books and had a fireplace with Blake's mother on top. It was so cold here. Not cold like temperature wise, but cold as in dead. This house seemed to have little life in it.

Mr. Richards gestured to a chair and I took a seat as he sat in the one across.

"Well, Annabelle, you have my attention. What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to know why you were so quick to judge me? Why you don't like me? You haven't even given me a chance." I said all of this not mentioning that may be Charlotte was the reason behind all of this. I don't know if I should jump to conclusions after all she is a lying scumbag.

"I have always looked out for my son and I will until the day I die. I didn't think you were in his best interests when you first met."

"But, you changed your mind?"

"Well I can say that both you and my son have changed since you first...got together."

"I just don't understand why you would intentionally drive away Blake from you. He respected you so much and now-" I cut myself off no longer knowing what to say. Mr. Richards had been a horrible father to Blake, especially since Blake's mother died, but it was not in my place to say that. A child should never try to tell a parent how to do their job.

"I know Blake. He doesn't yet understand. I do have his best interest in hand."

"Mr. Richards, did Charlotte Fonatane talk to you about me?" I asked trying to change the subject.