The Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter 61

Kate's POV

Tuesday 13 Feburary 2018

I was flat on the ground grasping for air. There were so much going and I know that I will have to face the consequences for everything. Eventhough I, like always, did not do anything wrong. No matter how hard I tried to be the perfect daughter to my two hardworking parents nothing was never good enough. They always caught me in bad situations or the nanny, maids or hired tearchers would just turn the Blame on me. It is always my fault.

I really just wanted to pass out of just die right here and now. I got all the proof there was. Blake did all of this to openly show that he chose Jessica and that I was just a mistake. Something he did for the fun of it and no doubt to make her mad. Yet for me it was everything. I was happy. It was no doubt more than I deserved and most likely I would never ever be treated that well again by anyone in my entire life. It was amazing but now that I am at the end of it; I realise just how creul and conning Blake Richards really is. He made me feel as though I was deserving of everything then he showed me that I was nothing.

I should have listened to Camryn. I should have walked away before it got this badly. Now my parents would never accept me. This will be all over social media and I would be made to look a fool. How could I out live this? How will I ever survive? This wound would no doubt take me to the grave. I am a fool. A delusion mess. How dare I think that I actually would get a boyfriend like THE Blake Rchards and that he would be faithful to me and love me for the rest of my days. Rubbish. No one could love this plain, useless, stupid Kate. I was a mistake through and through. My life isn't a movie. There will be no happy end.

"This idiotic girl still acts as though she is dying when someone catches her in her actions. Why do wrong then if you don't have the heart to deal with the consequences!" Kristen Jones yelled somewhere behind me.

I was honestly tired of this. I stopped fighting and closed my eyes just trying to accept what was about to come.

"Here" I heard a voice next to me.

I opened my eyes to see a kind looking man bending to hand me a paper bag.

"Breathe in this and try to regulate your breathing and try to relax." He instructed.

Through shaky breaths and an all round weakness due to lack of oxygen. I slowly raised my head and directed my struggling eyes at the strange man before me. His hand was stretched out with a brown paper bag at the end. I gave a shaky nod and thank you. That even my own ears struggled to make sense of. I released a shaky breath in the bag and inhaled it. After repeating this process for about 10 or 15 times. Its somehwhat hard to focus on my breathing when I was feeling so terribly lightheaded. My breathing was slowly returning to normal and the place was no longer spinning nor was there an echo in my ear drums. I turned to face my parents whom, I haven't laid eyes upon in 3 years.

"Giving her that paper bag was a waste of time. That girl has been going on like that from she was about 5 or 6 years of age. After 10 minutes she's back to normal like nothing was wrong. She just dramatic. Even the doctors said she was just Psychosomatic." My mother said in a disgusted tone.

Her words pierced my heart. Its been years; maybe I had forgetten just how much distaste she had for me. Maybe I was too busy remincing about a Mother daughter replationship that I never truly had.

"That's enough Kristen. Let Gregory help her if he sees fit. That is his job afterall. Besides, you mustn't forget that Katherine is our daughter and the only proof of our unwavering love for each other. It's not the child's fault that her parents are just too impressive and she simply did not have the fortune of obtaining our skills or luck for that matter." My dad, Andrew Jones, said to my mom while giving me a look of absolute pity.

My parents had always pitied me. Maybe the love I thought we shared were just their pity and my efforts ttrying to always make them proud.

"That can be discussed later, the real issue at hand are these rambunctious teenagers who are practically naked on the lawn and inside the house. Oh heavens. This is a sight I never dreamed I'd see. What have Katherine been doing all this time. We sent her here to focus on her studied. Not live the high school dream. There are red plastic cups and alcohol bottles everywhere. Is that a condom wrapper?" She trailed off scrutinising the thing at her feet.

"Gregory called the police now!" She yelled hysterically.

The man stepped from behind me and was next to my mother in minutes. He reached for his phone from the pant's pocket of his grey suit and quickly dailed the number then placed the phone to his ear.

Everyone around us started surriying and evacuating. I had completely forgotten about them. They were yelling. The music had completely stopped now and they were pushing pass us. Gregory was doing his best to protect my parents. While I just tried to get out of everyone's way. Cars were reversing and speeding off and those who didn't have a vehicle were running down the street. If this was a movie or if I would be free of the blame. I would have probably chuckled. Especially because of the girls trying to run in their spike heals and their tight skimpy dresses. Half naked couples were running with their clothes in their hand. Some even had just one shoe on.

Sirens started echoing down the street. Which caused even more panic. Guys were even running away leaving their girlfriends behind.

Jessica and a few others remained unmoving and wide eyed. Gawking at my parents. Even after the police came and was dragging the teens away.

My mother was talking to an officer. She made it her absolute duty to raise her voice so I could hear her calling me irresponsible and stating her obvious disappointment. She made it seem as though she lived here. As though she hadn't left me alone for years now. The poor man was trying to calm her while more cars were pulling up and taking the teens away.

Jessica was rudely dragged back to reality when an officer clasped the handcuff to her wrist.

"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled at the officer.

"You are coming to the station just like everyone else." She explained pulling her away.

"You are going to regret this when my dad hears about it. I swear to you." She continued.

"Yeah yeah." He said dismissing her though that did not diswade her from throwing her tantrums. Even after the door shut behind her.

My mother told Gregory to get me and we followed behind the offers to the police station. I was trying to explain that I was just as shocked about this as she was but she ignored me. Saying that the police would know how to deal with pathological liars.

So I just turned to the window and anticipated my fast approaching doom. Trying my best to ignore the rapid pumping in my chest.

When the lemosine pulled up at the station; I stayed in the car. Not wanting to step foot in that statsion. But she pulled me out commanding Gregory to drag me in or lose his job.

The station was packed with the teenagers from the party. They were all shouting on top of their voices. Either pleading to be released without any severe consequences or cursing that this was foolishness and they are entitled to their fun. There were camera even though the officers were telling them not to record. Which resulted in alot of phones getting confescated and even angerier teenagers.

The whole station was in chaos because even though the officers wanted to let them off lightly. My mother insisted on justice. Pressuring the already stressed officers. Which after minutes of back on forth resulted in a compromse. Everyone will be let go with a warning and their parents will be notified as long as the name of the party's host is given.

Which resulted in a deadly silence. That shocked even the officers.

"It's Blake's Party Blake Richards." Jessica said sitting in the chair with her legs crossed.

Everyone turned to stare at her with both eyes and mouth wide open.

"Now can we go? My dad is out of town anyway so he will not be coming." She said staring blankly in the officer eyes.