Charlotte's Secret Mafia Family

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Bullies and Pumpkins can Dance

This chapter is a bit longer than I intended it to be, but I wanted to get things rolling on the story line that I want. Also, there will be a bit more talk about religion if you are uncomfortable with that then this story isn't for you. This is the last warning I am giving on the matter.

Also, I am still learning my religion I am no saint, so if I write something wrong. Please be patient with me.

Charlotte POV****************

It wasn't long until Gretchen's mom came into the room like a hot summer breeze, going straight to her daughter who was now in tears seeing her mom. I mentally rolled my eyes. Faker. Gretchen tearfully explained how she was just being kind to me these past weeks and I just jumped her out of nowhere. Bullocks' utter bollocks! Mrs. James looked at me with hateful eyes. Mr. Howl looked at me, his arms crossed and shook his head in disapproval.

"Why did you attack my daughter!?" She asked me sternly, then turned to the headmaster, "I want this student removed from this facility immediately! Or we will be pulling all my funds!"

I said nothing, I remembered what Amber told me, "Do not answer any questions unless your brothers are present. They almost got me expelled, then Theo showed up and they sang a very different tune."

So, I stayed silent, the woman glared harder if that was even possible and stalked over to me. I was about to get up and run, she looked ready to hurt me. Headmaster Williams cleared his throat and watched her.

"Mrs. James, I would ask you not to approach Charlotte, please return to your daughter," Headmaster Williams said sternly. Mrs. James did as instructed. I felt a little uneasy with all of them. I don't know Mr. Howl, I don't know the headmaster, I trust none of them. I wanted my brother. At this point I don't care who it is. I don't care if Henry spanks me when I get home, I just wanted to go home. Though I do hope he believes me. I was lost in my own thoughts, I didn't hear him come in.

I felt someone gently take my chin, I flinched and turned my head. Then I was met with gray eyes, stern but also concerned. He tilted my head to the side looking at the red marks and bruising. He was in his suit that he had left in this morning. His hair is a little messy from the wind, his very expensive watch on his right hand.

"Who hit first," Henry asked me. I went to answer since he was looking at me, but the headmaster spoke first, "Charlotte," and I closed my mouth. I couldn't look down, Henry had my chin in his hand, he turned his gaze to the headmaster who paused, I side eyed the man.

"Charlotte, who hit first?" He asked me now. I looked back at him.

"Gretchen," I said softly.

"This is ridiculous, my daughter is hurt because of that untamable child. Other students are not safe with her here! I want her gone!" Mrs. James blew up. "You will be hearing from my lawyers!"

Henry said nothing in my defense, he just looked at the woman. I couldn't see his face, so I am unsure what he looked like at that moment. The small thought that he believes them over me was unbearable, it hurt my heart. He didn't believe me. I wanted to run and cry, he was mad. But I couldn't tell who it was with. Was it with me? His storming eyes turned back to me.

"Gretchen, tell us what happened," Headmaster Williams said. She came up with a wild story that I was jealous of a boy she likes, and he is showing no interest in me, and I attacked her to make him leave. It was a botched-up story with a lot of holes. She wasn't good at telling a story, so I do not believe she is related to someone who owns the New York times! Something wasn't adding up. Gretchen has been avoiding me, Gabriella just glares at me, and sometimes I'll find a note in my locker. I don't open them and just put them in a jar in my locker. Douglas well I haven't really been around him aside from in History, and the only communication we really do is through email and text. Our first meet up is supposed to be today, is he nice sure, does he make comments about babysitting me, yep. Though I am trying to prove him wrong that I deserve to be in the high school level History with all my might.