Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 38: Red

Taking a slow breath, I twist the door handle to last period and step in. Instantly all eyes are on me as I make my way toward the teacher's desk. Keeping my eyes down cast, I pretend to act weak as I make my way across the front of the room. Handing him the hand written note from Dr. Green, I hold my bag over my right shoulder and take my seat besides Candice. Keeping my head ducked down, I quietly begin to write down the notes when the overhead announcements click on. "Miss. Angel Black and Miss. Candice Randis please come to the principle's office." Instantly my blood runs cold and I bite my lip as I slowly pull myself out of the desk and make my way back to the door. Candice is right behind me. 

The walk to the office is a long one. I stay silent as we move doing my best to keep my gaze stuck on the floor. Acting weak wasn't my favorite but this was too easy. Shooting a quick glance to Candice I notice a very angry frown distorting her features as we make our way to the main office. Standing quietly at the front desk I pause but Candice continues walking around the desk to the door labeled principle's office labeled on a gold and black plaque. 

"Angel?" Candice questions and I quickly follow her into the back room. Instantly my eyes fall upon an elderly gentleman in his late forties early fifties. His tired dull eyes rome my body in nasty ways as my eyes stumble over the amount of wrinkles on his face. Who the fuck could find this man attractive? Meeting his eyes for only a moment, I glance down to the floor keeping up my weak intimidated state. 

"Sit." He orders and I quickly find my seat in one of the few uncomfortable chairs in front of the male's desk. Glancing to my right I watch as Candice slowly rounds his desk and pushes down a picture on the right hand side of the room. Frowning, I glance to Candice faking confusion as best I could.

"What-" I start to question playing along but the principle raises his hand silencing me and stands moving around his desk. As he approaches I can feel my blood begin to boil as his heavy musky scent washes over me. I keep my head down trying to keep my emotions under control but I can feel the anger building as the man cups my chin just as Dr. Green had done moments before and tilts my head up. Thanks to gravity my hair shifts away revealing the bruise on my cheek and the bruises that are forming on my throat. 

Hearing the soft click of his tongue against his teeth, I chance a glance up to see an angry eyes glittering down at me. Pulling away, I flinch pretending to get ready to get hit when a sleazy hand slowly makes its way to my shoulders guiding me back into my seat, as if comforting. Wonder how many fucking people he tried this on? Looking back timidly to the principle he manages a half way decent smile. 

"Candice told me about what happened today in the lunch room Angel." Hendricks states slowly allowing his hand to dip lower and slowly run up and down my back. Doing my best to cover my disgust, I turn my shiver into a tremble and quickly look from the man to the girl that sits in front of me. Confused, I pretend to try and form words but Candice just shakes her head. 

"Brad had no right to lay his hands on you. You are not his property you are owned by Dr. Green and Brad knows not to pay his hands on items that are already claimed." Candice spits angrily and I can feel my eyes widen in shock. Hopefully it is believable enough because all I am thinking about right now is that I need to hit something. She just called me a piece of property. This was going fucking great. 

"Candice is right Angel. Brad had no right. If Dr. Green has a complaint he can come talk to me about it directly and we can determine the correct punishment." Those words. Looking to the principle, I slowly do my best to digest the information without allowing my emotions to show on my face. This was how they were trying to rope in the Academy. They were going to use this as bait. 

Ducking my head down, I take a slow shaken breath and slowly nod my head. "I will let my master know." I whisper my breathing becoming uneven with anger. I was not.. no scratch that... the Academy was not paying the Blackbourne team enough to be here. This school was fucking terrible. 

"Good." The principle whispers letting his hand slowly slip down my side skimming my chest "accidentally" before helping me to my feet. "Have a good day Angel." Almost a second after he finishes his statement, the bell rings dismissing school and I quickly take my leave. 

Forcing heavy breaths through my mouth and in through my nose, I rush down the hallway doing my best to keep up my face mask as long as possible. I even pass by a couple of the guys while rushing by but all they give me is confused stares. Forcing myself to move faster, Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green's office appears in sight and I don't even knock. 

Barging into the office, all eyes are on me as I close the door behind me. I don't have time to think, not that I am able to form a coherent sentence at this point. This anger. This pain. Unable to control myself, I slam my hand hard into the metal filing cabinet.  The cheap metal dents under my force but right now I am not worried about the pain shooting through my arm.

Thankfully the others in the room are thinking and muscular arms wrapped around my forearms, pinning me back as I force back uneven breaths. "Angel." North grunts as I struggle slightly but all of my energy is going into controlling my breathing so that I don't pass out. Tears rush down my cheeks unwillingly. It is only a second before I am met with the shocked eyes of Mr. Blackbourne who stands in front of me. 

"Miss. Black what's-" He begins but I don't give him the time of day my anger still overwhelming my chest. My eyes are focused directly on the man in front of me. I don't care if he is the boss of this team. I don't care if he is supposed to call the shots. I will pull rank if I have to. 

"This school needs to be fucking shut down and burned. "