Picture's Can Be Deadly Too (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4 - What's Life Without A Little Drama?

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Chapter 4

I was passing by the janitor’s closet when I heard frightened noises coming from the closet. I didn’t think much of it because lots of boys and girls sneaked in there to kiss during lunch, break and in between classes and I knew that sometimes, when someone was upset, they would go in there and have a good sob.

I should have just walked on by and ignored it, but my curious side was begging me to open the door and see who was in there.

I took out my camera, turned it on, adjusted the lense, opened the closet door and froze. Because in the closet was the Principle Mr. Flatus and he was in the middle of  kissing someone.

It would have been some amazingly, juicy blackmail if it was a teacher but it wasn’t a teacher, it was a student, a freshmen, Belle Danvers. A girl who was currently sobbing her eyes out.

 Belle Danvers was a shy, pretty, innocent bookworm I often saw in the corner of the school library reading a thick book. She was more than half his age and she was crying as he practically forced himself on her.

Quick as a bullet I snapped a couple of pictures and it wasn’t until he heard the clicking of the camera that Mr. Flatus stopped with his harassment, looked up and froze. He’d been caught red handed, sexually abusing a student.

Normally I would keep the pictures to myself and used them as blackmail to get  whoever was in them to do what I wanted.

I had been waiting for some dirt on Mr Flatus for a long time, since he was the principle of the whole school and controlled everybody and everything tahtw as done here, but this was plain disgusting.

I didn’t know what to do? It didn’t help that Belle was one of those people who didn’t avoid me and actually talked to me from time to time. We weren’t friends but we weren’t enemies either.

Mr Flatus pushed himself away from Belle and started fidgeting with his tie an obvious sign of nerves.

“Ahh Ms Sage”, he stutters nervously “Why don’t you accompany me to my office and we erm, we can erm talk, calmly?” he said trying desperately to seem as put together as possible, but failing miserably.

I could see the sheen of sweat on his upper lip and forehead and the dark patches under his arm pits. Eww and he wanted me to go into his office with him. Alone. No way was I going to give him the chance to molest me too. I stared at him my eyes wide in horror.

Deadly secrets were my speciality; Ms Greene did drugs, Mr Smith was cheating on his wife with Ms Huragun, Ashley Jones the school’s it girl was cheating on her boyfriend Daniel Carter who just happened to be gay.

I knew everything about everyone from the health freak school nurse smoking in the toilets, to the school’s bad boy enjoying literature.

I thrived on the knowledge that I knew things that could destroy people’s reputation, their lives, hung on the balance because of me. But I had never actually been put in this position before, of letting a criminal get away because that was what Mr. Flatus was a criminal.

A paedophile who preyed on a younger girl and forced himself on her and I found myself wondering if this was the first time this had happened.

Well I wasn’t just going to stand around and wait to find out, I ran down the hallway, out the school’s front gates and into the student’s parking lot. Fumbling with my keys, I opened my car door and threw myself into my seat as the door slammed shut behind me.

 I rested my head on the steering wheel and ran through all the possibilities. I had no idea what to do. I could stay quite and hope he didn’t do it again or I could go to the police station right now, show them the pictures and get Mr Flatus put away.

I sighed, would they even believe me? Not without Belle testifying they wouldn’t. How could I prove to them that he forced himself on her anyways?

Sure the pictures would help, but all they showed was a teacher kissing a student whose face you couldn’t make out because he was in front of her. Not a teacher sexually harassing a student.

I moaned in despair, what to do. What to do. I was abruptly driven out of my musing thoughts by sharp rapping on the window of my car. I turned and my mouth gapped open in shock as I saw Belle Danvers looking out of place outside my beat up car.

I would have thought she had run off to the library by now,  to cry in the corner over her problems. She seemed like the type. I rolled down the window and asked her rather irritably what the hell she wante?

“Are you going to the police station Sutton? Because if you are, I would really apprieciate it if you let me come with you” she repied looking down as she shuffled her feet and played with her fingers nervously.

I looked at her pale, tear streaked face and came to a sudden decision.

"Get in Belle", I ordered.

Mr Flatus was going down.

WHAT DO YOU THINK IS IT DRAMATICAL ENOUGH?:)

Picture on the side is of Ginny who's name I have now changed to Belle---------------->