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Post by Kaila on Nov 26, 2007 13:32:26 GMT
Mmm you already know I love this story Sophie xD.
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Post by Sophie on Nov 26, 2007 18:55:31 GMT
Lucy stumbled down the corridor, numb with shock. She couldn’t believe she had just stabbed her headmaster. If he survived, she would at the very least be expelled. If he died, well, - Lucy refused to think about it. She knew James was the only witness, and the only way he would ever possibly lie to save her was if she let him have sex with her again. Let him rape her again.
James stood, staring at his bloodstained boss. “Help me,” Rory croaked, but James shook his head. “You put me down so often, Rory. You refused to promote me to Head of English, even though I was the best candidate. Eddie Jackson, who got the job, told me I was better than him.” “Now isn’t a time for petty grudges,” Rory insisted. “Help me here, James.” “And you’ll do what for me?” James spat on the injured man. “The only one who gave me what I wanted, what I needed, was Lucy. Why should I help you? You never helped me.” James kicked Rory in the side and walked out, shutting and locking the door behind him, and leaving the bleeding man trapped in the classroom.
Lucy locked herself in one of the toilet cubicles and looked at her bloody hands. She didn’t want Rory to die; in fact the knife had been intended for James. Rory had just got in the way, but she knew any jury would see it differently. Pulling out her mobile, she nervously dialled 999. “Help,” she squeaked when a friendly voice answered. “My headmaster’s been stabbed!” “Are you drunk?” the man on the end of the line asked. “No,” Lucy lied. She had been drinking earlier, but was sobering up quickly. Neither James nor Rory, nor the two police officers, had noticed she was drunk, or refused to mention it, so Lucy was stunned at the man’s response. “Just help my teacher, yeah?” Hanging up, she headed out of school.
“Lucy!” James yelled out of the car window as he drove past her in the street. Lucy jumped, and broke into a run. Unfortunately, James had the advantage of being in a vehicle and soon caught up with her. “Lucy!” “Get away from me!” Lucy screamed. “You’re sick!” “You’re the killer,” James hissed. Lucy’s jaw dropped. “What?” “You heard me. Mr Jarrett. Your knife. Killed him after you ran away.” “No way!” Lucy began to run away, but James was still calling after her. “You did it, Lucy. Not me. It’s all your fault.”
“Lucy Baxter!” Jasmine shouted, spotting the teenager sneaking up the staircase. “Get yourself back down here right now!” “What’s the point?” Lucy snapped back. “You’re only gonna have a go at me again.” “Now, don’t be silly, Luce!” Jasmine began to ascend the stairs. “I didn’t mean to have a go at you earlier. But you assaulted a care worker, and that’s serious. Emma’s ok, but you’ll need to be punished. What sort of message will it be sending to the other children if it seems like I’m allowing you to get away with it? I know what you’ve been through, and-“ “You know nothing!” Lucy retorted. “Where’ve I just been to?” “Tell me,” Jasmine smiled, placing a hand on Lucy’s shoulder in an effort to coax her down the stairs. “I went to see Mr Cromwell,” Lucy stammered, struggling to say his name. “I took a knife. I didn’t mean to use it, just to scare him. But I got scared, and I tried to run away. But Mr Jarrett got in the way, and I – the knife…” “Shh, it’s alright,” Jasmine soothed, pulling the frightened, sobbing girl into a hug. “I’ll sort it out, don’t you worry.” But behind Jasmine’s calm composure, a secret fear was beginning to surface.
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Post by Sophie on Dec 10, 2007 17:11:22 GMT
Lucy sat on one side of Jasmine’s desk, with Emma, fresh from hospital, on the other. Nobody else was in the room: Jasmine was talking outside with the two policewomen. “Why’d you do it?” Emma asked. There was no anger in her voice; instead she seemed to have put the incident out of her mind. “I didn’t mean to,” Lucy cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, it was his fault, he made me like this. I didn’t know what to do, I was scared, Emma. It was the same with Mr Jarrett. I didn’t mean to stab him, he just got in the way.” “Like me?” “No. You tried to help me, I see that now, but I was drunk. I’m so sorry, Emma, I thought I’d killed you. But now I’ve killed Mr Jarrett, it doesn’t matter any more. I’ve got nothing to look forward to. I’m going to jail, nothing matters any more.” “You’re not going to jail, Luce!” Emma walked round the desk and hugged her. “Look, if they know what James Cromwell did to you, why it made you like this, they’re bound to have sympathy.” “But I’m a murderer.” Lucy sobbed. “Whatever the police say, I still killed him. I stabbed him.” “Did you see him die?” Emma asked suddenly. Lucy shook her head. “Why?” “And you called an ambulance?” “Yes,” Lucy was confused. “What’s all this about?” “You’re calling yourself a murderer before you know if he’s dead or not, Luce. It’s silly.” “But Mr Cromwell said-“ “You honestly believe that rapist?” Emma was shocked. “I did before,” Lucy admitted. “What’s the rape gotta do with anything?” “He’s out to get you, Luce. Can’t you see that? You mustn’t believe a word he says, ok? If you do, you’ll get hurt. Even more than you are now.”
Later that night, Jasmine sat alone in her office. All the children, including Lucy, had gone to bed, and Emma had settled for an early night, leaving Jasmine to sort out the paperwork from earlier. All evening, she had tried to remain calm, for Lucy’s sake. But alone, her weakness was beginning to show. The police officers had agreed to take Lucy’s statement in the morning, so for the time being, Jasmine was left to contemplate the teenager’s fate. Reaching for the phone, she began to dial. “Hello, is that St Andrew’s Hospital? Yes, I’d like to know if a Mr Rory Jarrett was brought here earlier…he was? Oh, that’s a relief…no, I’m not family, I’m a…a friend, yes that’s right. Thanks a lot, goodbye.” Breathing a sigh of relief, she replaced the handset and stared at her computer screen. Suddenly she crumpled onto her desk, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jasmine was 21 again, walking home from a party early on a Saturday morning. She was aware again of someone following her, and as she turned to confront the person, she was pushed into an alleyway. The person’s sweaty hands suffocated her as she struggled for freedom. Jasmine was 21 again, suffering the same ordeal as Lucy.
Lucy tossed and turned as she struggled to sleep. She kept reliving her ordeal: it wouldn’t escape her head. James’ hands caressing her breasts, his soft lips touching her face, his trouserless body on hers. Screaming, she woke up, sweating and hyperventilating. From downstairs, Jasmine heard the scream, and instantly knew who it was. Bursting out of the office, and up the stairs, she knew she had to be there for Lucy. After all, she thought, nobody else was going to be.
“Get out!” Lucy screamed, hearing her door open. “Lucy, it’s me,” Jasmine soothed, trying to calm the frightened girl down. Reaching for the light, she kicked Lucy’s stereo in the pitch-black room. “Ouch!” “I told you to get out!” Lucy hissed, blindly throwing a teddy bear towards Jasmine. It skimmed past her head and landed with a thud in the hallway. With the light on, she saw the slim care worker standing in the doorway. “Jasmine. I thought you were-“ “James Cromwell?” Jasmine guessed. Lucy nodded dumbly. “I should have known you’d have trouble sleeping.” “How?” Lucy asked. Jasmine walked over and sat on her bed. “You’re not the only one to have been raped, Lucy. It happened to me, too.”
“You’re lying. You’re too strong to let that happen to you, Jasmine. It’s only weak people like me that get raped.” “I’m not, Lucy. Do you think I’d make a thing like that up?” Jasmine was hurt by the comment, but tried not to let it show. “No, but…” “No but nothing. Look, Lucy, I don’t want this getting out. What I’m telling you now stays in the room, alright?” ”Alright,” Lucy agreed. “But why are you telling me anyway?” ”Because…”Jasmine paused, and blew her nose. “To be honest, I don’t really know. When it happened to me, I was too afraid to do anything about it. I suffered in silence, I had nightmares about it every night, until I went to the police.” “And what happened?” Lucy asked, intrigued by the confession. “Did they find him?” “Mmm,” Jasmine nodded. She was unable to speak, the memory turning her to tears. “Hey, it’s OK,” Lucy wrapped her arms around Jasmine and held her as the care worker sobbed. “It’s all in the past now. He can’t hurt you any more.”
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Post by tombeasley on Dec 16, 2007 19:16:34 GMT
This is such a good story. When it's finished, send it off to a publisher.
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Post by Sophie on Dec 16, 2007 19:40:37 GMT
I don't know the addresses of any, but thanks.
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Post by tombeasley on Dec 16, 2007 19:59:50 GMT
Just google search the names of some known publishers and send some e-mails. Meanwhile, check out my story: Evil Roots.
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