Getting out of trouble

Chapter One

I originally started writing this story when I was 18 over 6 years ago. I have decided to rewrite this and publish it again.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it again.

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I woke up suddenly from the dream I was having, looking towards my window I could tell that it was still dark outside. I turned my head trying to look at my alarm clock and i saw that it was only 5.45am, I still had about 2 hours until I had to get up to get prepared for my first day back from summer. I knew today was going to be a bad day, Chris wouldn't like what I would wear or who I would talk to. Luckily, or unluckily as he thought, he did not go to my college, but that wouldn't stop him from knowing everything as he had friends who did and they would tell him everything.

Let me explain a little bit, my name is Annabelle Coben but everyone calls me Anna. I'm 17 and live in London, I have lived here all my life but my father was Spanish and my mother was english. I haven't got many friends, I'm only allowed to have one, Tess Matthews. Chris wouldn't allow me to have many friends as he says 'I'm all you need'.

Where do I begin with Christian. I guess I start by saying that we have been in a relationship since I was 15 years old.

We used to keep seeing each other when Tess and I would go to the Cinema on a weekend, being that we would go every weekend I used to see him a lot. One weekend he started talking to me and everything developed from there really. I was swept off my feet by him; here he was a gorgeous man was showing an interest in me and being three years older than me, I couldn't fathom why he would ever be interested in me. He was tall, dark and handsome and I was smitten.

Everything was perfect in the beginning, I couldn't be happier but hey, you know what they say, life cant always be sunshine and rainbows. I love him but sometimes he just makes it so hard for me to do so.

Chris doesn't attend school or have a normal job, he likes to describe himself as a 'modern day gangster'. I don't know what he gets up to fully as he wont tell me, I don't think I would want to know, but I know it won't be anything that's good.

Anyway enough of the reminiscing, looking at my clock I see its only just gone 6.10am, having nothing else better to do I text Tess and Chris. I get up to go and get myself a drink while I leave my phone on my bed. I slowly go down my stairs trying not to wake my mum, she works two jobs as she is a single mum trying to maintain me and my younger brother Curtis. I reach the kitchen and grab myself an orange juice from the fridge and drink it as fast as I can as I'm scared of the dark, there's just some things you never grow out of.

I finish my drink and go up the stairs as fast as I can without making a sound. I look at my phone to see i have three texts. The first one is from Tess "YOU ARE NOT A NORMAL CHILD" I laugh silently at her message and read the second text as it is also from Tess, 'go to sleep, let me sleep or i will wreak havoc all day with you at school'.

I decide not to text her back to allow her to fall back to sleep.

I read the last message and see it's from Chris 'Hey Baby, why are you up so early, get some sleep babe i'll come pick you up at 8. Please don't make me wait xxx". I quickly text back stating that I will be on time and that I look forward to seeing him. I lay down and try to clear my head of any thoughts, I don't even realise that I drift back to sleep.

I wake up to the beep of my alarm. I quickly turn to shut it off and go to my wardrobe to get dressed, I grab a white shirt and a nike pink hoody and some blue jeans. I put them on and go to the bathroom to put my hair up in a ponytail and brush my teeth. Once I'm done I check the time and see its 7.58. oh no, I was going to be late!

I run downstairs and make some toast and while I'm buttering it, I hear my phone begin to ring.

I pick it up "hey". Chris's deep voice comes through "Baby, I'm outside, hurry up I don't want you to be late".

"I'll be right there" I reply quickly before he hangs up.

I ran outside to see Chris standing next to his golf GTI. I see him checking me out to inspect if what I'm wearing is acceptable. He nods at me and I take that as silent confirmation that what I am wearing is ok. I go up to him and give him a hug, he pulls me tight to his chest and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "I've missed you babe", he mumbles.

I laugh "You saw me yesterday".

"I don't care, come on or you are going to be late" he pulls out of our hug and walks round to open the door for me.

I walk to my side of the car and get in, he walks round to his side and then climbs in to the drivers seat and starts the car. The conversation is silent and nothing is said until we pull up to my college. I get out of the car and I see Chris glaring out of the window, he gets out and come to my door and grabs me forcefully.

"owwww baby you're hurting me" I say while trying to prise his fingers from my upper arm.

"why do pricks think they can look at you, your mine!" he says angrily letting go of me but not moving away from me.

I know I have to placate him, the consequence of not doing so would be horrendous. "Yes, I know, Chris you know I don't like it either" I say while trying to get out in front of him so that I can begin to walk towards the entrance. He suddenly grabs my upper arm and brings me back to stand in front of him.

"He talks to you, you better tell me and I will sort him out. Do you hear me?. He talks to you, you tell me. If you don't, I will know you are a slut, just like everyone thinks you are". I have no idea who he's talking about, I can almost guarantee that there is no one even looking my way. The only thing I do know is that I have to agree with him. It's not worth the risk to try and cause an argument, that may set him off and he would just take it on me later.

"Ok baby" I said trying to prise his fingers off unsuccessfully.

All of a sudden I heard a deep voice behind me "Is there a problem here?". I turn to see one of the most handsome men I have ever seen in my life. He was tall with short dark brown hair that was gelled slightly, his face covered with light stubble and I could see that he had the most chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen. He was looking very hot in charcoal grey trousers and a black shirt, he was built as well. By the way he was moving I could tell that under the shirt he had muscles. I realised, albeit slowly, that I should be answering him, not ogling him, so that he would go away and not get involved Chris. Chris didn't take kindly to being questioned.

"No problem, just saying bye to my girlfriend, wasn't I babe?" Chris said with his do as I say or you will pay look. I turned back and just nod in agreement.

"Well you've said bye, now get off college property" The unknown stranger replied. "whats it to you?" Chris responded.

"I'm a teacher here and I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate me calling the police, so that they have the pleasure of removing you". I glared at Chris, not that he noticed as he wasn't even looking at me. I could see that he was glaring at the stranger, he took two deep breaths and then turned to me, "Text me when you get out Anna and I will come get you". He then dropped his hands from my arm, turned around to give the man one last scathing look, he then got in his car and drove away.

Oh no, he only uses my name when I'm in trouble, God, I knew this day was going to be bad. This will cause him to be in one of his moods again.

I walk past the man and through the gates, who then closely follows me. Suddenly I hear him speak, "what was all that about".

I quickly reply "nothing, just my boyfriend dropping me off". The last thing he would want to hear about is the saga that is my life.

"I see, and what's your name".

I sigh, " Annabelle, Anna for short, Sir".

"Well then, Annabelle, Anna for short, I want to see you at lunch. Come to my room in the Moore building, I'm room number 7. I'm Mr Blake" he says not giving me a chance to respond, while he picks up his pace, walking away quickly.

That's all I need, a detention on my first day. Like I said this day couldn't get any worse.