Elliot

I open the front door and step in. As far as my eyes can see, I don't see anybody hovering nearby. I run for the stairs, two steps at a time.

"Elliot I'd be very glad if you stop by and have a chat with me"

"GOD Mom you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing sitting there like a statue and scaring people?" my heart almost came pounding out of my chest. Mom would definitely make a good creepy stalker.

All the same I didn't like that tone of mom's, it means lecture. I'm sure I hate Mr.River more than anybody else in this world, well except....

Hesitantly I walk towards our small private parlor and stand by the door.

"Please come in and have a seat" mom says, purely mocking me. I take the seat opposite her and wait for the inevitable.

"As you may have already guessed Mr.River called and told me that It was the 7th time he had found you and Ms.Montgomery chatting in his class."

I've always found it awkward and irritating to hear my parents call Lyra 'Ms.Montgomery'. I sigh.

"Why Elliot? do you know how angry father would be if he ever found out?" Mom made a sad face, disappointment written all over her face. This was getting very annoying like always. I do know what'll happen if father found out, he would lock me up and make me study anything and everything for 24 hrs.

"Why do you have to waste your time with that girl? you should be friends with the Falcons and the Bowman's. Instead of that girl, she and her family don't have any ambition"

Okay this is starting to go somewhere else, out of topic. I curl my fists tight and round and try my best to keep them at my sides.

"what rubbish did you two chat huh?" I.can't.take.it.anymore.

" We were talking about how lucky she was to have parents who understood her so much and allowed her to follow her passion, so very unlike you and father" I stand up, grab my bag and turn around.

"Oh and do not call Lyra 'that girl' in front of me" I add.

Mom just sits there; transfixed. Her eyes wide, processing this sudden outburst of mine. Her lips part.

I don't wait to hear anything else from her. I storm out of the parlor and run up the stairs. Two steps at a time.

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I flung myself straight at the bed. My face hits the soft lavender smelling cover of my pillow. After a moment without breath, I turn myself; inhaling fresh air. I can feel my cheeks burning. I look through the window glass at the sky.

Enough is enough.

I sit up straight and my gaze lands on the bookshelf. My eyes widen with pure bewilderment and my lips part into a perfect 'o' shape. My once overfilled bookshelf is empty.

Empty

Not a single book left behind.

"EFFIE" I shout at the top of my lungs, calling out for Effie our age old housekeeper. "I'm in the kitchen; Ellie dearie" Effie shouts back. I absolutely adore her for this easy-going nature of her's and also she is the only one living in this horrible mansion who doesn't judge me. She has been in our family since Mom and Dad got married.

I take the backstairs to get to the kitchen. I find her cooking delicious duck meat. Yum, Yum.

My books. Right; how can I forget?

"Effie, where are my novels? I told you I will dust the bookshelf when I get time" I whine. Effie gives me a bemused look. "I did not dust your bookshelf.I do not know where your novels are" she says.

Okay this is weird. If Effie did not take my novels, who would? No one, absolutely no one is the slightest bit interested in my novels.

Father

No. He wouldn't take it now, would he?

I don't believe that

Something is wrong

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I rush into my father's study. Its a huge room. Bookshelves that reach the roof hold every book related to academics. There is an ancient colossal study made out of oak wood standing on the middle of the room and a monumental fireplace opposite it. My heartbeat quickens at the sight in front of me.

A sturdy, muscular physique stands facing the fireplace, with his back to me. Father. Two neat piles of my novels sit on the study.

"Took you long enough to figure out" he says in that resonant voice of his. I try to remain as calm as possible but I cannot figure out the one and only question in my mind- what did I do know?

"You know, I got a message from Erudite.com; the website where you take your online classes." He pauses and turns around."Do you want to know what it said" he points towards his smartphone lying on the study and gestures me to take it. Or more correctly read the message.

Please let it be something good, Please

I take the phone. It reads- Dear parent,

Your ward Miss Elliot McQueen has not been attending the online classes for a long time now. Please make sure she goes through the recordings so she doesn't lag behind.

Yours sincerely,

Head of Erudite.

Holy Christ.

My whole body is trembling with fear. Be brave, My brain reflexes but I just can't be. "It seems you made some great friends on Facebook under the username 'November Reed'. Friends like Benedict, Angelic, Derek and so many more who are the most popular BAD boys of your school. Then again I don't remember you having so many friends both guys and girls from your own grade" sarcasm purely detectable in his voice.

I freeze into my position.I don't have the slightest hint as to how he ever found out. I always made sure to delete the history. How, Just How?

I feel tears threatening to spill any moment now. I don't want to cry, I don't want to seem weak in front of him. I don't want to lose.

"Don't worry your punishment is a very small one" he gives me the most evil grin ever."Its a little sacrifice you have to make"

Sacrifice? what sacrifice?

He takes the first pile of my novels from his study and looks at me for about a few second with an expression of pure disgust and anger. Before I can comprehend anything- he throws them.

Into the fireplace. Into the blazing FIRE.

The phone drops to the floor from my hand.

"No" a whisper leaves my mouth.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I scream.

I run and plunge myself straight at him, catching him off guard. Tears blurry my vision but I keep hitting father with all the strength I have in me. Wailing at the same time like a newborn infant. But he is stronger and bigger.

He slaps me hard and pushes me. I fall on the floor.

He takes the next pile of my novels and mercilessly hurl them onto the mighty fire.

"YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH A NOVEL IN MY HOUSE. YOU WILL NEVER DISOBEY ME. YOU WILL DO WANT I WANT YOU TO DO. I CONTROL YOUR FUTURE!" he barks at me.

The pain is too much. I can't take it anymore. HELP! HELP ME someone

I'm crying so hard that I've started getting hiccups. I want it to stop. But I know It won't stop. It won't stop till I die.

Death is Peaceful. It frees you.

A warm soothing darkness slowly envelopes me. The pain is going away. At least for now.

I think I'm slowing being unconscious.

I control your future

Revenge

Death.....

A/N

Hey, thnx for reading. Now If you liked this chapter don't forget to vote and comment. I'm sorry for not updating earlier like I said I would but you see it took me sometime to figure out everything in this chapter. But of course Like I promised action did start here. But don't you dare think that's it. cuz its not.

Its just the calm before the storm.

N E ways until next update; stay beautiful, keep smiling and never ever give up.

love, 

pratz7