The Girl behind the Throne (Editing)

The Girl behind the Throne Chapter 21

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I felt arms go around my waist as I kicked him in the goodies, I looked up to see Andrew pulling me away, and I kicked and clawed like an alley cat.

“Tess, calm down”. Andrew said in my ear pulling me as far away from him as possible. Catching my breath I realised what exactly I had just done. Richard was looking at me a menacing look in his eyes, his nose was broken but other than that it appeared that my punches hadn’t done much physical damage, I stopped struggling and stood still, Andrew stood close to me looking at me worryingly.

“What happened to you huh?” He asked stroking back my hair from my forehead, I felt tears fill my eyes as I realised the lack of justice Richard was going to get.

“She just went Charlie sheen and started attacking me!” Richard said clutching his nose.

“I didn’t f*cking ask you”. Andrew roared at Richard scaring me a little. I jumped but he turned to me looking at me only with concern. “What happened Tess?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Why don’t you ask that woman beater over there”? I said pointing at Richard who was examining his nose in the mirror Andrew looked at him with complete disgust.

“Hey I didn’t hit anyone” Richard said outraged, I looked up at him feeling sick at the sight of him; his eyes were menacing and made my blood grow cold.

“Did he touch you?” he asked looking me over, searching my face.

I shook my head gulping loudly as Richards grin over Andrew’s shoulder grew more vicious. “No but he’s been using charity as a punch bag”. I said I watched Richard leaned back smirking- he was probably thinking that I have no proof.

“She’s just making it up”. Richard taunted at me, lighting up another cigarette. At just that second I wished I could punch him again. I started towards him, only being blocked from wringing his neck by Andrews grip on my arm.

Just then the door flew open; my father stood there his face a mask of complete outrage. “What is going on here”? He demanded looking at me; I shrunk back into Andrews’s side nervously.

“You ought to control your daughter more” Richard said smirking and gesturing to his nose, I shot him a dirty look.

“Therese, why did you do that?” my dad demanded he looked furious, I nodded looking at the ground, the only time that he called me Therese is when shit is about to go down.

“Because he beat charity like she was a ragdoll”. I said through my teeth, not ashamed by what I did, I was just pissed because I was caught doing it.