More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

My Name is Nessie

Miss Michelle held onto my ear as we descended the stairs to her office. There were gasps as we passed the Middle Schoolers, and giggles as we passed  the Elementary Schoolers. But nobody dared speak, not with how angry Miss Michelle was. When we reached the office, Miss Michelle used her free hand to unlock the door, then shoved me inside, finally releasing my ear. I took several shaky steps away from her, trying to create distance. She didn't allow me to escape, though. She turned and locked the door behind her, shutting me in with her. Then she turned and stalked towards me. 

I stared in fear as she approached, and I didn't even have time to flinch before her hand struck me across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, but she grabbed my hair, forcing me to look her in her eyes again. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she boomed. "You ran away? You ran away! Do you realize what this means? I could lose my license for releasing a flight risk! You're lucky that Doctor out there has so many connections, or I'd hang you by your toes, little girl!"

 She grabbed my collar and shook me as my heart pounded. "What?" Miss Michelle taunted me. "Was the Doctor's mansion not good enough for you?" I only whimpered in response, struggling to pull away. "Answer me!" I was struck again, this time on my temple. White specks of pain bloomed behind my eyes. "I'm sorry!" I screamed as she continued to shake me. "They...they..." I couldn't finish my sentence, my chest heaving as I struggled to breath.

"They, they... what? I don't care about your little excuses. You will return with them. I don't give a damn what they did to you. You will never, ever come back to this orphanage again, because whatever they did to you, you can bet what I'm about to do to you is a whole lot worse." 

Miss Michelle dragged me across the room. She shoved me into the side of a sofa, bending me over it. I put my hands on the cushion, prepared to push myself up, but her growl stopped me. "I will kill you. Do you understand me? I have dealt with your drama for years, Renesmee. You will stay in position, and you will take your punishment, or I will kill you. You think I won't?"

I didn't know. I couldn't tell if she was bluffing. I wouldn't put murder past her. So I stayed leaned over the sofa, trying to stop my shoulders from heaving as I stifled my cries. I heard her rummaging around and moving things, then I felt terror fill me as her footsteps walked towards me again. She paused behind me. After almost ten seconds of silence, I tried to ask "wh...what-" I was cut off her pulling up my skirt, revealing my underwear. Before I could process what was happening, I heard a swishing sound, then a loud smack. Less than a second later, I felt a line of burning pain bloom on my upper thigh. I just barely managed to stifle my scream. 

She hit me again and again, allowing what I could only assume was a switch to hit everywhere from my knees to my lower back. I had never been hit with a switch before, and surprisingly, it hurt even more than a belt, especially when it hit my skin that was not covered by my cotton panties. I screamed and cried, though I managed to muffle most of my sounds by shoving my face into the cushion of the couch. The last thing I wanted was for the other girls to overhear my punishment. Finally, she stopped hitting me, dropping her stick to the ground. I kept my face shoved into the cushion as my sobs continued. I had been beaten with a wooden spoon, a hairbrush, a belt, even a metal hanger. But it had never hurt this much.

Miss Michelle had put so much energy into hitting me that she was out of breath, panting as she grabbed me by my hair. She yanked me off of the couch, and I fell to my knees, my legs too shaky to support my weight. I cried out as my upper body put pressure on my thighs, but stayed down. Miss Michelle attempted to tug me up by my hair, but finally sighed in annoyance and gave up. I had just managed to silence my sobs when she pulled out her key and unlocked the office door.

"Let this thrashing remind you exactly what awaits you here. If you do run from the Cullens again, I highly suggest you don't come back here. The punishment you just received will seem like patty cake compared to what I'll do to you next time. Do I make myself clear?" All I could do was nod my head, keeping my head down as my hair fell in front of my eye, shielding me from her smirk. I could hear it in her voice, though, as she smugly said "Excellent. Put my cane away, wash your face, and fix your hair. I'll expect you in the main office in less than 10 minutes. You will be returning home with the Cullens."