The elegant building before her made her lip curl to the side. Posh. Preppy. This is where heβd run away to and left her in hell. Alexandria toyed with a curl, ignoring the woman before her in the little power suit. The principal of Eden Academy was prim, proper and unless Lexi was mistaken an absolute bitch. Oh she said all the right things. Condolences on losing her parents. Her record would be ignored. A fresh start. It was the tightness in her lips, the coldness in her eyes and the way sheβd looked over Alexandria like she was some filthy little bug.
Tattered jeans and a band tea so worn with age the black was now grey and the logo was peeling. Her converse were dirty and her jeans and penned designs along the thigh. Her nail polish, black, was chipped. Her fiery locks were left wild and the number of times sheβd been called Merida was beyond counting. The sharp heels of the woman along the pavement told Lexi she was moving. Shifting her pack on her shoulder, she followed. βYou will be staying with your brother, in one of the staff cottages. It is a bit unorthodox, but the dorms are full.β
Honestly, which fate was worse? Being forced to attend this Stepford academy or being forced to be in close proximity to the brother he had abandoned her. That was a tough one. Her hands itched with the building stress. One thing would fix it, but sheβd need to be alone. Rules were being listed off and Lexi allowed her mind to wonder as she looked over the students on the lawn. Cute little skirts, blazers. Ties and thigh highs. Snorting softly, she nodded as the woman paused to look at her. The action automatic, one that sheβd gotten used to in the past month since her parentβs death.
Mark and Lisa had overdosed. Not for the first time, but for the last to be sure. The moment Lucian had come of age, heβd fled. Left her, the little sister heβd promised to love, behind. He knew what sort of monsters their parents were. Heβd left her.
βWell I will leave you to get settled, Alexandria. Your brother will be done with class in,β she paused to look at her watch. βAn hour and a half.β A noncommittal noise left her and she watched the womanβs lips tighten with some satisfaction before she turned and stalked from the quaint little cottage. Nudging the door closed with her shoe, she turned to look at the living room.
Was the decor her brotherβs doing? Had it come furnished? Dropping her bag she moved to the leather couch and collapsed on the soft, buttery surface. Feet dangling off the edge, she exhaled slowly. The need to cut herself was itching at her skin. Like ants along her nerves. Gritting her teeth she exhaled. It had to wait.
The flash of crimson. The sharp sting as skin parted. The endorphins that her body needed so badly. The high. Biting her lower lip hard enough that a shuddering breath left her Lexi closed her eyes.
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