Forgiving Justice

"...So it came a bit of a shock to me when I saw what was happening between Bella and Theo. No one would have guessed that anything like that could happen to us: the happy go lucky Balmers and Kensits living in the big house on the corner. But that’s the funny thing about life.
You never know what’s coming next."

Fifteen year old Natalie Balmer/Kensit has never really felt like she belongs. Throughout her childhood she was continually bounced from one home to another- whilst keeping a terrible secret that her older sister Bella was being brutally abused.
Now, living in care, seperated from her family and in a steady relationship with boyfriend Jasper, Natalie is shocked to find her past being dragged out in front of her.

Theo is back. And his story's in court.

Natalie, as the only witness to Bella and Theo's injustice, is now compelled to make a life changing decision- Keep her families together?

Or serve Bella justice and send her sister to prison?

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24. Too Damn Perfect.

Pedalling harder than I had ever done in the whole of my life, I snaked around the emerald trees and down by the lake. The water was smooth, glistening. 

Everything was too damn perfect.

I was at a loss at what to do with my life. Everything seemed to be one big complication. A simple morning in an innocent coffee shop with my brothers had turned into what could easily be a family feud; something which would spread and grow like wildfire.

I would be lucky if Felicity let me see them again.

Stopping for a quick breather, I got off my ancient rusted bike and bent over, haggard. I never went cycling. And this was the reason.

But still, somehow I had found myself leaving the cafe, walking the few streets to Sunningdale House and grabbing the bike I had not touched for nine months solid to go for a ride. 

For once, I needed to feel the wind in my hair, sun on my face, sweat dripping down my body. I needed to feel free.

I got back on my bike again, and soon built up speed. I didn't know where I was going, and If I was being honest, I didn't really care. I knew Jasper would come and find me later, but I was trying not to think about that. My common sense was zooming past me, just like the trees on the side of the road.

It wasn't long before large droplets of rain dripped down on my head and into my eyes. It always rained in London. The purple clouds were looming dangerously over me, and the sun had long disappeared, sheltering. I pulled my sodden jacket closer around my neck, and surveyed my surroundings.

I figured I was in some sort of public park, as you didn't get forests in London, for there were  little picnic benches and litter bins all made to suit our perfect human lives. Sometimes all I wanted was a bit of simplicity, to be forced to live with the absolute minimum. But of course, like everything, I was underestimating how hard that would be.

Breathing a huge, defeated sigh, I left my bike at the side of the footpath and hunched below a large oak tree. Drops of rainwater bounced off the leaves and onto my head but I didn't care. At least I was beginning to clear my head of all the crap that had been rotting there for years. Over the past month so many worries had been put to bed: Mum was dead, I was leaving school, I was marrying Jasper. Suddenly everything seemed so simple when I said it like that.

All that remained was one problem, one dilemma, one crucial decision that could quite easily change the lives of every member of my family without them even realising it.

What to do about Bella and Theo.

With the rain steadily pulsing through the trees, I flicked open my mobile and pressed speed dial 'L'. 

I had set her number as speed dial years ago, knowing that I'd never call her, but just the fact that she was still there, that there was still one bridge of communication there reassured me. I waited until it rang, echoing through the trees eerily. It was strange how deathly a dial tone sounded with no one to hear it.

She picked up on the tenth ring. 

"Hello?"

Her voice sounded as sweet and sugary as ever before. 

"Lottie? Is that you?" My heart was beating behind my t-shirt jumpily, even though I'd known it would have been her who answered.

"It's me, Natalie."

"Please, Lottie. Please. I really need your help right now."

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