Charlotte POV:

I arrived at school early the next morning. I was still mad, especially because my dad had the decency to call me this morning. It reminded me of the reason I moved here, it reminded me of the things I wanted to forget. It made my skin crawl and I felt dirty and used.

I tried calling the police, I've called the police so many times already but they unfortunately couldn't locate them. The police has been on our case for years, and since they had done nothing to help us, Camilla and I knew we were better off alone.

"Hello, my darling angel" He had said. I sensed the smirk on his face and I felt a whirl of emotions. I was scared. My dad was ruthless, I knew that now. When he wants something, he gets it.

I couldn't speak. I felt paralysed as I stopped at the school gates.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I chanted to myself. I didn't want to seem weak but the memories were everywhere, the memories of what he said to me stuck in my head.

"Ah, I've shocked you too" he chuckled. I took a deep breath, not wanted to panic.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice is void of any emotion yet I felt onto the gate as my legs felt weak.

"You, princess. I'm joking. No one wants you" He said, laughing at his own joke. I heard her laughing with him. I felt a tear fall but I wiped it away, quickly.

No! He is lying.

"Where are you and your sister? You know we are still in custody of you" He says, he sounded evil. He IS evil.

"Fuck you!" I hiss, my eyes watering but my fists clenched, "Why should I tell you?! You're an ass and so is the devil you're currently with!" I add harshly. I hear my mother gasp at my harsh words.

"How dare you? Wait till we find you! It'll be the end for you" She snaps and I felt my chest tighten.

I hung up the phone, going to the girls toilets and shutting myself in the stall.

I leaned against the door, a few tears began to fall before I wiped them away.

I went out of the stall, washing my face.

"You are still here?" I hear the same preppy voice. She was fucking annoying.

Of course it was Mandy, I was talking to her crush.

"Yes" I snap, "If that is a problem, write it nicely on a note and shove it up your ass!" I hiss before I take a deep breath.

I am mad, hell, I was furious but that doesn't mean I can take it out on her.

I stomp out of the toilets and go to my locker.

"Woah, careful there. What did that locker ever do to you?" I hear Tyrrell. I plaster a smile onto my face.

"Sorry, I'm not in the best mood" I say bitterly. His eyes widen as he walked closer to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah" I lie, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "Just can't do today" I shrug and he smiled.

"Let me know if it gets too much and we will skip, okay?" He says and even with everything that had just happened, I couldn't help but to smile.

"Thank you" I say just as the bell rang.