Poison
Chapter 1
"We're WHAT!!?" I shout at my Grandma from my seat in the living room.
"We're moving to London," my grandpa says calmly, entering the room in a navy power suit.
"But my whole life is here you can't just make me move!" I exclaim. My grandmother rolls her eyes and slumps forward, her perfect posture faltering.
"This is for the best darling," she moans and buries her head in her hands. My grandpa moves to rub her back and I take the chance to run out of the room and into the foyer.
"Oh great, Genny," my grandmothers personal assistant Cathy comes rushing towards me. Her heels clicking against the marble floor. "You are just the person I needed to talk to."
"Not now Cathy," I mutter and push past her up the grand stairway.
"Genny!" She shouts after me. Ignore her and run to the right wing, where my bedroom is. I push the heavy door in and slam it behind me. The tears stream down my face and I slide to the ground.
I can't move again. I've finally made a life here. I have friends and great teachers and everyone's so nice. Plus it's the middle of the school year and I will be the weird new American girl.
What if I just stay here?
I could live here, at the estate. Cathy and the staff could take care of me! I'm 17 years old for goodness sake, I can take care of myself.
My phone buzzing in the back pocket of my designer jeans startles me out of my thoughts. I struggle to pull it out. My friend Andrea is calling. I quickly answer and press the phone to my ear.
"Indoor pool party tonight at Matthews, be there or be square," she cheers through the phone.
"I don't think I can go tonight..." I mumble. My grandparents told me we are moving tonight. Like pack up what you want to take and get on the plane tonight.
"Whyyyy?" She whines. "Matthew says he wants to see you," she singsongs.
I cringe a little at the mention of Matthew. Sure he was hot and all but he was really creepy.
"Oh well I'm moving to London..." I say, actually grateful for the excuse.
"WHAT?" She shouts.
I hold the phone away from my ear as she rants. "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN WHY ARE YOU GOING TO LONDON THIS IS NOT OKAY."
"I was just told like ten minutes ago, apparently my grandpa needs to be in London for a while, and I know it sucks but I'm gonna try and convince them to let me stay," I say calmly through the phone.
"Genevieve Louise Sophia Rose Gates," I flinch at the use of my god awful full name. "You better convince them."
I shrug but realize she can't see me, "I'm gonna try. I really don't want to move anywhere, let alone to a different continent."
"Wait is a continent the same thing as a country?" Andrea asks curiously. She's not the brightest crayon in the box...
"No Andy they're different," I say, exasperated.
"Whatever, let me know what happens," she brats and then hangs up the phone. I wipe my tears and get to my feet, I walk through the lounge area of my room and enter the bedroom. I flop down on my king sized bed and scream into the covers. This is a nightmare.
~
"Alright sweetie lets get going," my grandmother says to me as we sit in the car on the jet platform. I groan loudly and she rolls her eyes. "Your grandfather is waiting, this is our personal jet and he doesn't want to waste fuel honey."
I hesitantly step out into the cold winter air, wind whips at my face and a large man in the standard security guard black suit wraps an arm around me and rushes me up to the stairs that board the jet.
"Hey Carlson!" I yell over the wind, recognizing the security guard. He nods at me politely as we ascend the stairs. I turn and see my grandmother right behind me. I step into the safety of the jet. My grandfather is already seated, talking on his cell phone in hushed tones. This is his business voice. The voice he uses for the business that no one can know about. The business that he hides. He smiles at me quickly but continues talking on his phone.
"Deal with it," he hisses before hanging up abruptly.
"Who was that gramps?" I ask playfully, I know he won't tell me. He never tells me. I'm not ignorant though, I know that my grandpa has two separate businesses. The first being his technology empire that he built from his own hands. The second being much less desirable and involving being the leader of a certain thing called the Irish mafia. He isn't really involved in it much anymore and very few people know that he actually is the big guy who leads it. He kind of got out of it when my grandparents had to take me in.
This move has something to do with the mafia though, that I'm sure of. The only reason I agreed is because when I tried to convince my grandpa to let me stay, he actually told me something about what's going on.
"I've had a lot of bad people do bad things Genny," he said, rubbing his face. "And my hands are entirely clean. But the people with dirty hands aren't exactly thrilled with me. We need to move to stay safe, they aren't going to cross oceans for this. But they are willing to hurt someone I care about, like you."
Him explaining that actually made a lot of sense, I packed up a small suitcase because we already have a place full of stuff in London anyways, and I got in the car to come here.
"Well lets get to London, shall we," my grandmother says cheerily and plops down on the seat next to mine. I roll my eyes and begin to fall asleep.
~
"No," I state simply as Carlson pulls the car up to the school that I'm supposed to be attending. "I will get raped."
"You will not get raped ma'am," Carlson says politely, trying to contain a laugh.
"Look at me Carlson," I demand. He turns to look at me and I gesture to my outfit. I then pointedly look at all the other students killing around outside even though its freezing. They're all wearing dark jeans and leather jackets and then there's me.
"At least you'll be warm," Carlson says, looking at my sweater. "Now get out or you'll be late."
I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder before cautiously exiting the car. I didn't realize before but a lot of people were staring at Carlsons shiny black Mercedes. And now they're staring at me. I hear the window of the car roll down and turn around quickly.
"Have a good day Genny," Carlson says with a genuine smile. "Just be yourself."
I nod and return his smile before watching him speed away. Then I mentally prepare myself and turn to walk in the building. It's gonna be a long day.
"We're moving to London," my grandpa says calmly, entering the room in a navy power suit.
"But my whole life is here you can't just make me move!" I exclaim. My grandmother rolls her eyes and slumps forward, her perfect posture faltering.
"This is for the best darling," she moans and buries her head in her hands. My grandpa moves to rub her back and I take the chance to run out of the room and into the foyer.
"Oh great, Genny," my grandmothers personal assistant Cathy comes rushing towards me. Her heels clicking against the marble floor. "You are just the person I needed to talk to."
"Not now Cathy," I mutter and push past her up the grand stairway.
"Genny!" She shouts after me. Ignore her and run to the right wing, where my bedroom is. I push the heavy door in and slam it behind me. The tears stream down my face and I slide to the ground.
I can't move again. I've finally made a life here. I have friends and great teachers and everyone's so nice. Plus it's the middle of the school year and I will be the weird new American girl.
What if I just stay here?
I could live here, at the estate. Cathy and the staff could take care of me! I'm 17 years old for goodness sake, I can take care of myself.
My phone buzzing in the back pocket of my designer jeans startles me out of my thoughts. I struggle to pull it out. My friend Andrea is calling. I quickly answer and press the phone to my ear.
"Indoor pool party tonight at Matthews, be there or be square," she cheers through the phone.
"I don't think I can go tonight..." I mumble. My grandparents told me we are moving tonight. Like pack up what you want to take and get on the plane tonight.
"Whyyyy?" She whines. "Matthew says he wants to see you," she singsongs.
I cringe a little at the mention of Matthew. Sure he was hot and all but he was really creepy.
"Oh well I'm moving to London..." I say, actually grateful for the excuse.
"WHAT?" She shouts.
I hold the phone away from my ear as she rants. "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN WHY ARE YOU GOING TO LONDON THIS IS NOT OKAY."
"I was just told like ten minutes ago, apparently my grandpa needs to be in London for a while, and I know it sucks but I'm gonna try and convince them to let me stay," I say calmly through the phone.
"Genevieve Louise Sophia Rose Gates," I flinch at the use of my god awful full name. "You better convince them."
I shrug but realize she can't see me, "I'm gonna try. I really don't want to move anywhere, let alone to a different continent."
"Wait is a continent the same thing as a country?" Andrea asks curiously. She's not the brightest crayon in the box...
"No Andy they're different," I say, exasperated.
"Whatever, let me know what happens," she brats and then hangs up the phone. I wipe my tears and get to my feet, I walk through the lounge area of my room and enter the bedroom. I flop down on my king sized bed and scream into the covers. This is a nightmare.
~
"Alright sweetie lets get going," my grandmother says to me as we sit in the car on the jet platform. I groan loudly and she rolls her eyes. "Your grandfather is waiting, this is our personal jet and he doesn't want to waste fuel honey."
I hesitantly step out into the cold winter air, wind whips at my face and a large man in the standard security guard black suit wraps an arm around me and rushes me up to the stairs that board the jet.
"Hey Carlson!" I yell over the wind, recognizing the security guard. He nods at me politely as we ascend the stairs. I turn and see my grandmother right behind me. I step into the safety of the jet. My grandfather is already seated, talking on his cell phone in hushed tones. This is his business voice. The voice he uses for the business that no one can know about. The business that he hides. He smiles at me quickly but continues talking on his phone.
"Deal with it," he hisses before hanging up abruptly.
"Who was that gramps?" I ask playfully, I know he won't tell me. He never tells me. I'm not ignorant though, I know that my grandpa has two separate businesses. The first being his technology empire that he built from his own hands. The second being much less desirable and involving being the leader of a certain thing called the Irish mafia. He isn't really involved in it much anymore and very few people know that he actually is the big guy who leads it. He kind of got out of it when my grandparents had to take me in.
This move has something to do with the mafia though, that I'm sure of. The only reason I agreed is because when I tried to convince my grandpa to let me stay, he actually told me something about what's going on.
"I've had a lot of bad people do bad things Genny," he said, rubbing his face. "And my hands are entirely clean. But the people with dirty hands aren't exactly thrilled with me. We need to move to stay safe, they aren't going to cross oceans for this. But they are willing to hurt someone I care about, like you."
Him explaining that actually made a lot of sense, I packed up a small suitcase because we already have a place full of stuff in London anyways, and I got in the car to come here.
"Well lets get to London, shall we," my grandmother says cheerily and plops down on the seat next to mine. I roll my eyes and begin to fall asleep.
~
"No," I state simply as Carlson pulls the car up to the school that I'm supposed to be attending. "I will get raped."
"You will not get raped ma'am," Carlson says politely, trying to contain a laugh.
"Look at me Carlson," I demand. He turns to look at me and I gesture to my outfit. I then pointedly look at all the other students killing around outside even though its freezing. They're all wearing dark jeans and leather jackets and then there's me.
"At least you'll be warm," Carlson says, looking at my sweater. "Now get out or you'll be late."
I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder before cautiously exiting the car. I didn't realize before but a lot of people were staring at Carlsons shiny black Mercedes. And now they're staring at me. I hear the window of the car roll down and turn around quickly.
"Have a good day Genny," Carlson says with a genuine smile. "Just be yourself."
I nod and return his smile before watching him speed away. Then I mentally prepare myself and turn to walk in the building. It's gonna be a long day.
Why Louis?? Couldn't you sense her uncertainty?
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