Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.

Saint Peters Academy 02

As Jason’s parents had gone on vacation three days before hand, resulting in the treacherous party and our break-up, nothing was there to stop us from rebelling in the most direct way possible.

Waking up the next morning I heard a scream of terror. Removing my head from the feather soft pillow I glance over our naked bodies resting gently next to each other before directing my attention to the window and the sound that had previously awoken me.

Right there, glaring through the window in fully glory stood my mother. Fury written all over her face. I swallowed a deep gulp of air before gathering the sheets around my bare upper torso. Last night had not been all that I had expected it to. The image of these amazing feelings I had previously imagined was a long past dream now. I wondered if it would ever feel that good in the future. The only felling I had, had last night was that of pain.

Glancing back to the window I realized my mother had gone. I large thud against the door and the screaming of me to "Open up, Let me in!" alerted me to where she had relocated herself. Searching through the piggish mess that lay on the floor I found my jeans and top before giving Jace a quick kiss on the cheek and heading off to the doom of my mother.

The car trip home was a silent one. Nerves welled inside me. I didn't bother with the radio, to petrified to think of anything other than the trouble I was most certainly in. Gliding to a halt behind my father’s car I made for a quick escape inside which proved to be futile as my mother grabbed my wrist pulling me back beside her car.

"Nean, I want you to know you really messed up this time. We were going to let you stay and live in the house, by yourself; we felt you were responsible enough to do so. We were about to tell you so last night, right before you threw that little fit of yours and walked out on us. After that last night and where I found you this morning I highly doubt your dad will agree to letting you stay.” The hopeful look showed through my face as I silently begged her not to tell him. “Of course I am telling him. You’ve lost our trust Nean." She turned to face me with a sad, disapproving glint in her eye that tore me up inside. "I want you to go to your room and wait for me up there while I talk to your father."

With that she trudged up the path toward the house not turning to see the hanging of my head in shame. They were going to let me stay. But my one show of over reaction blew all of that. It was so out of character. I had lost my mothers trust. I blew everything. I was being shipped of to some European boarding school with my family. Could life get any worse?

I followed the path up to the house and slid silently into my bedroom, attempting to find a way to get out of this. Looking at my immaculately tidied bedroom I began to cry. Not knowing what he future held for me was something I did not like.