Bad Girl

Suspended

At breakfast the Baroness doesn't show so you leave Emma to babysit John, or so she calls it. Heading up you peek into Victoria's office then knock. 'Hey, can I come in?' The Baroness looks up peering over the top of her glasses she gestures for you to enter. 'I thought you would have been gone by now.' she admits looking at the clock. 'And I thought you would have wanted to have breakfast with your new little snuggle buddy so...' The Baroness had gone back to her paperwork but her head snaps up at your words. 'I don't know what you are talking about.' she lies. 'I think you do.' you smirk. 'Oh, that, yes, the small human demanded to come into my bed last night, a most unpleasant experience, she drooled on my marabou robe it'll need dry cleaned.' she brushes the situation aside. 'Will that be all?' You snort and shake your head. 'Just when I think I have you figured out, you veer in a different direction.'

The Baroness sets her pen down. 'I'm going to Paris for fashion week tomorrow, it's a work thing, I simply must go, its business can't be avoided. Would you wish to accompany me?' You give a soft chuckle. 'I can think of nothing better, but Emma has school, I've kept her off long enough.' The Baroness's face fell. 'Oh, well if you are busy.' she focused on her work once more. 'Victoria it isn't like that, I'd love nothing more than to go to Paris with you but I have responsibilities. I have a child.' Victoria rolls her eyes. 'Yes, so you mentioned, you better get going I wouldn't want you to waste any more time with me.' You sigh. 'It's kind of hard to raise a child if I'm dating one at the same time, grow up.' You leave slamming the door. Little did you know, you were going to end up calling her.

8.00 AM, you leave your flat and take Emma to school dropping her off with her lunch, she hugs you and then runs inside when the bell rings with the other students. You then head to work at the local diner it's not the best job in the world but money is money. The morning consists of the usual mundane tasks, did Victoria really think you'd rather be washing dishes than with her in Paris? The lunchtime rush hits and it's hot, the phone at work rings, and your manager grabs it and calls you over, it's for you. The school receptionist tells you not to panic but of course, you panic. 'Miss Yn? Emma's guardian?' you already have a bad feeling. 'There has been an incident at school today, if you could come down as quickly as possible?' Your heart is beating fast. 'On my way.' you rip off your apron slamming the phone down. 'I'm sorry family emergency I gotta run.' you grab your coat and rush out of the door.

1.00 PM, you leave the diner rushing across the road to get a taxi, blackness. When you wake you hear a guy repeatedly asking if you are okay, your entire body is aching especially your left arm. A crowd of people is around you, you are lying on the road a car is behind you the door open. 'You came out of nowhere, are you alright, should I call an ambulance.?' Your head is thumping and you feel hot blood run down the side of your face. 'I'm fine, I'm fine, I've somewhere I need to be.' you get up stumbling. 'Love, you need to go to the hospital.' the driver of the vehicle steadies you on your feet and you know he is right. 'I gotta make a call first.' you limp back inside to use the work phone and call the only person you can think of. 'One moment and I will transfer you to her ladyship.' The Baroness sighs as she relaxes on her private plane but she wishes you were there. 'It's for you madam.' she opens her eyes to see a maid with the portable plane phone on a silver tray. Frowning she takes the call. 'Yes, what is it?'

'Vic-Victoria it's me, I don't have a lot of time, I need help. I know you are leaving for Paris but I was wondering if John was perhaps able to go by the school for me? Emma is in trouble, I was rushing, and I got hit by a car.' You collapse before she can reply. When you wake you are in hospital your arm is in a sling and you have a slight concussion but other than that you are okay. Shit, Emma! You go to get up when a nurse comes forward. 'Miss, you can't leave yet the doctor is still waiting on some results.' You rip out the IV. 'I have to get to my kid.' you explain.'Auntie Yn!' Emma runs into the ward and immediately hugs your legs. 'Emma! How did you get here?' you ask in surprise. The door swings open again and the Baroness enters taking off her gloves and looking around the hospital in disdain.

XxxxEmma awaits you coming to collect her in the principles office her arms folded and a pout on her face. You don't show. Victoria does. 'I'm here on behalf of yn to collect Emma.' she announces. 'Emma, grab your things.' The principal is a grey-haired man in a suit who chokes on his tea. 'Wait a moment, I need to talk to yn regarding Miss Evans's suspension.' The Baroness raises her sunglasses. 'Well, her hands are tied at the moment, why is the girl suspended?' The principal gets to his feet. 'Emma was fighting with a boyl today, she broke her nose.' The Baroness looks bored. 'Okay.' The principal feeling that he is not hitting home tries again. 'This is a very serious matter if it happens again we will need to look at expulsion. We have a zero tolerance for violence policy.' The Baroness blinks. 'Right.' The principal grabs a napkin wiping his mouth. 'I feel you are not taking this very seriously madam, she assaulted another pupil at this school.' The Baroness purses her lips. 'I'm sure she had her reasons.' she lowers her glasses. 'Come along Emma.' she turns and leaves.

Emma hops off the chair and runs after her, she pulls her backpack on. 'Where is auntie yn?' she asks. 'A spot of car trouble, we need to go see her in hospital, John went on ahead, the doctors said she will be quite well so don't worry.' Emma struggles to keep up with the Baroness's strides.

Xxxxx'Victoria.' you get to your feet, the hospital floor is cold. 'What are you doing here?' Victoria takes in your appearance you are a little beaten up looking but she's satisfied you are well. 'You asked me to collect the girl for you, I didn't agree to spend the day with her, so here she is delivered as promised.' You shake your head. 'I didn't mean that, shouldn't you be on your way to Paris?' The Baroness raises her chin. 'There will be other shows, it's not important.' You know this is a lie, Paris fashion week is the equivalent of Christmas for people like you. 'We should get you moved to private medical care, NHS care is not competent.' A nurse shoots her a look as she passes you.