Guard
Chapter 1
It was totally un-reasonable that I got expelled. But its my word against the son of the principle so guess who they belived? Fucking stupid school.
It was Monday and I was ditching the 2nd to last lesson of the day.
"Darcy!" called Mark in a sing song voice.
I looked up and saw Mark standing in front of me looking down at me. I was sitting against the brick wall of the school reading a book my best friend Ava recommended. The series was called CHERUB it was quite good actually.
I closed the book remembering the page number and stood up slinging my black back pack over my shoulder. "Piss off Mark." I said annoyed. This dude was always harrassing me. Take a hint dude. Geesh.
"What if I don't want to?" he asked, seductively? He took a step towards me so we about an inch apart.
"Back off Mark." I warned.
He put his hand on my hip and pressed me against the wall. "You want me." he purred as he slipped his other hand up my back underneath my big jumper and white t-shirt. He then pressed his whole body against me. I felt him hard.
Me not feeling it was an understatement. "If you don't get your filthy hands off me I will kick your arse." I growled.
he started to kiss up my neck.
"You have 3 seconds." I warned. "3."
He was now kissing me along my jaw.
"2." he was now kissing the cornor of my mouth he was now squeezing my arse.
"1!"
I kneed him in the groin, did a quick elbow jab to the neck and punched his nose which exploded with blood.
"You little bitch!" he moaned.
He lunged towards me and threw a lazy punch.
I ducked and grabbed his wrist. He tried to punch me again with his other hand I then grabbed his other wrist, twisted them out which sent him spiringly to the ground. He tried to get up so I did a hard kick to his jaw which sent blood everywhere and made Mark go unconcious.
"Miss Isley!" Boomed a deep voice. I turned to see Principle Hikner. He started walking towards me, his eyes widening when he saw it was his creepy son.
What happened after that was I went to the office where I then had to wait in for 4 hours till my step-parents and Hikner got there. I got the disapointed look from Ann and Frank (step-parent) and the angry look from Hikner. I did try and explain but that only got 'I don't allow liars in this school Miss Isley'
Now i'm at home in the living room completley zooning out from my step siblings who are 6, 7, 10 and 11 who are poking me in the stomach and pulling my hair and my parents who yelling at me calling me retarded and 'fucking stupid.' The usual.
See Frank and Ann aren't my real parents. My real parents died when I was 9. I'm 18 now but the treatment hasn't changed. I got stuck with Ann and Frank as my dad was best friends with Frank so they named them my God Parents.
I then felt a sharp stinging sensation on my cheek. I zooned back in and saw Ann standing in front of me yelling insults at my face while Frank joined in.
I stood up slowly brushing off the 4 brats. "Never fucking slap me!" I whispered aggressivly. Ann took a step back in fright.
See i'm a 10 dan black belt holder in material arts. I'm on a full scolarship at the best Material Arts center in London. I train with men and women who are in there early-late twenties as I am not allowed to train with people my age anymore. I am one of the best in my center and my rank is as high as it can get. I have been trainning there since I was 3 as my parents were instructors there. When they died and I fell into Ann and Franks care my 'lovely' step parents pulled me out but James who was my parents boss put me on a full scolar ship so for a few years I just sneaked out and James would pick me up a street away. But when I turned 11 I got busted. James was really good though he pretty much told them that I would continue my trainning or they would be getting frequent 'visits' from him. When I turned 13 I got my black belt. By the time I was 14 I got 6th Dan and every year I got a new one. Now I'm on my 10th Dan the highest one there is. I can either wear a black belt or a bright red belt but I tend to wear the black one more. I work really hard at the center. The only things I care about are Material Arts (aka fighting and kicking ass), boxing (which is also held at the center, I fight and train with women who are in their early twenties. I could fight the men but some bullshit rule says that I can't) and my best friend Ava and my friend James.
I looked at Ann and Franks angry and frightened expressions (though I had never laid a hand on them or their kids though they couldn't say the same thing about me) and I realised I can't take this anymore.
"I'm leaving." I announced walking out of the room and to the attic which is where I slept. I caught my reflection in my mirror. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt with a black wollen sweater, black jeggings and my black army boots. My light and thick blonde hair hanged down below my waist in a deep side part. I went under my bed and grabbed this large red duffle bag which had a black handle. I started shoving everything I owned inside. Clothes, photos, fighting gear and another pair of shoes. I grabbed the bag and headed downstairs towards the front door. Just as I was about to open the door I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.
"Now where do you think your going?" He growled angrily.
"Get your hand off me!" I warned angrily realising it was Frank.
He tightened his grip making me flinch a bit.
"Answer me!" he shouted.
I grabbed his hand swept my legs under him and threw him to the ground.
"I'm leaving!" I spat down. I opened the door and walked off into the night.
