The Revelations of Meg Scott-Reese

Needs editing! The Lollipop Brigade. That's what Meg nicknames the gang of popular girls at her high school. They've made Meg's life hell and stopped her from having any friends. That's until Damien appears. But what if there is more to the Lollipop Brigade than meets the eye?

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21. Chapter Twenty One

 

      The next thing I knew I was sat in a car and Damien was putting my seatbelt on for me.

      I could see that Tom, Damien's dad was in the front seat of the car, and was glancing at me worriedly in the rear view mirror, and I hoped that the blood on my hands and clothes wouldn't ruin the car seats.

      When the car stopped, Damien got me out and walked me over to the front door of his house.

      Once inside I was sat in the kitchen on a stool and was fussed over; Emily washed the blood from my hands while I sat there silently, tears running down my cheeks.

      I could hear Damien's conversation with his parents, but my brain didn't seem to register what they were saying.

      "What happened?" Emily asked, as she washed my hands.

      Damien was pacing the kitchen. "There was an accident; one of the girls in our year was hit by a car. Meg ran over to her and was trying to get her to stay conscious."

      "Were they good friends?" Emily asked, casting a glance out to the hallway where Tom could be seen talking hurriedly on a phone.

      Damien shook his head. "No, Hayley, the girl, was part of this group..."

      I could see Emily peering at me looking concerned. "Is she going to be alright?"

      I saw him shrug and he walked over to me. "Meg," he said placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright? Do you want anything?"

      I blinked slowly, as if waking from a dream. "Damien..." I said, gazing around in confusion. "Why am I at your house?"

      It seemed that nothing that had occurred since Hayley had died had registered to me at all.

      Damien gazed at me, frowning as I looked down at my blood stained jeans.

      "Hayley..." I muttered. "She's dead."

      Emily smiled at me encouragingly. "Meg, shall I pop over to your house and get you some clean clothes?"

      I nodded and Emily went out to the hallway where she had a brief conversation with Tom before leaving the house.

      Damien came over at sat next to me. "Are you alright now? You gave me such a scare."

      I gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry, it's just..."

      He smiled back at me. "Hey, I know..."

      Damien was interrupted as Tom walked into the kitchen looking rather stressed.

      He smiled at me kindly. "I spoke to Claire and Aaron, and Jeremy. They think it might be a good idea if you have a few days away from Lakeside."

      I nodded, thinking that sounded like a good idea.

      "We will leave in a few hours," Damien's dad told me. "There are a few things to sort out first."

      "Where am I going?" I asked, becoming aware that I must look a right state.

      "Jeremy's house; it's in a secluded area so it will be nice and quiet for you."

      I stood up slowly, and Damien reached out to catch me in case I over balanced and fell.

      "I had better pack a suitcase."

      "I'll go with you." Damien told me.

      Tom shook his head. "You can walk her over there, but you're not going with Meg to Jeremy's house."

      Damien opened his mouth to object, but Tom gave him a stern look.

      He was obviously fuming as he walked me over the road to my house.

      Fortunately all the reporters had now disappeared, so we didn't have any trouble to get to the front door.

      "I will be ok." I told him, as we stood in the hallway.

      Damien was gazing at me his gaze unreadable as he looked at me. "You can't promise that Meg, and I very much doubt that anyone could be ok after having someone die right in front of them."

      "That means that you aren't ok either then." I retorted, touched by his concern.

      He raised an eyebrow at me and sighed. "I just get worried about you that's all, I mean all the things that have happened; the Hall of Mirrors incident, what happened at the bathroom at the theatre, then this..." His gaze softened. "Just look after yourself ok? I won't be there to protect you."

      "I will try my best." I promised.

      He sighed and took a step closer, making us barely inches apart. Reaching up and brushing my fringe out of my eyes, he said. "That's not good enough."

      My heartbeat quickened at his touch. "That's the best I've got to offer, I'm afraid."

      His lips twitched as he resisted the urge to smile at my reply.

      "Do your best though, for me?"

      I opened my mouth to tell him that I would do anything for him (whoa, when did I decide that?), but someone could be heard coming down the stairs so I gave him a smile and took a few steps backwards.

      Emily appeared and smiled at us. "I thought I heard voices, shall we pack your suitcase Meg?"

      I nodded and Emily made her way back upstairs.

      "I guess we should say bye then." I said, looking at the floor.

      "I will see you soon." Damien's voice was full of an emotion that I didn't recognise.

      He pulled me into a hug and I held him close, grateful not for the first time and certainly not for the last time that we had met that fateful first day of term.

 

      Aaron and Claire arrived home when Emily and I were still in my room packing.

      Emily made an excuse and went home, leaving us alone.

      Claire seemed upset and hugged me several times. "Are you alright? Damien's dad rang us and told us what happened."

      I nodded, not really sure if I was ok, but I didn't want to Claire to worry anymore than she clearly already was.

      "I'm ok."

      "Will you be alright?" Aaron asked me, as I wondered around my room, packing all the things I thought I might need. "You know that you can call me anytime at all and I will come and pick you up?"

      I gave him a grateful smile. "I know, and I'll call you everyday."

 

      I got changed into some clean clothes and had a shower, feeling as if my hands were still stained with Hayley's blood.

      When it was time for me to go I felt tears spring to my eyes at the thought of being away from Claire and Aaron; I had never been away from them for longer than a day or two at a time, and I didn't know how long I would be away from Lakeside.

      I received a big hug from Aaron, Claire, Damien and even Emily.

      I sat in the passenger’s seat of Tom's company car and watched as Lakeside slowly disappeared.

 

      It was late by the time Tom and I arrived at wherever it was we had driven to (I had seen the signs along the way, but they hadn't given me a clue at all to our destination). From what I had seen, however we were in a small village which had heaps of fancy, posh old houses and cute little cottages.

      My eyes widened at the sight of the huge, ornate iron gates that Damien's dad stopped the car outside as he talked into the com system.

      The gates opened silently and Tom drove up the long gravel drive. From the small lights that lit up the edge of the drive I was able to make out some of the garden that seemed to stretch on forever.

      It seemed to take us forever to get all the way up the drive, but we eventually did and Damien's dad stopped the car outside a huge country house.

      I got out of the car and stared up in wonder at the ivy covered house, unable to believe how big it looked from the outside (way bigger than anything I was used to anyway, some people might have thought it looked small, yeah people who live in palaces!).

      The front door opened and a male butler, who looked to be in his mid-fifties, in a smart suit and gloves, descended the steps and greeted us.

      "Good evening Mr. Wood," he said, tipping his head slightly to Tom, and then turning to me he smiled. "Good evening to you Miss, you must be Meg. I am Howard your father's butler. If you need anything just let me know. Now, do you have a suitcase?"

      I nodded. "It's in the boot of the car."

      Howard replied. "Good, then I shall retrieve it for you. Please go inside and I will return momentarily."

      I gazed up in the direction of the grand looking front door, and suddenly felt nervous.

      Damien's dad gave me a look of encouragement, and I followed him up the steps to the front door while Howard got my suitcase.

      The hallway was different to what I had expected; I had thought that the house would be either completely modern or totally traditional, it was however a mix of both. A grandfather clock stood beside a big mirror and an umbrella stand. There was a staircase leading upstairs, and the floor was wooden and covered in rugs.

      There was heaps more stuff that I could see scattered around everywhere, but there was so much to take in that my brain was going into overload.

      I jumped as the door closed behind me and turned to see Howard smiling at me warmly, carrying my suitcase.

      Putting my suitcase by the stairs, Howard spoke. "Your father is in the study, follow me."

      I followed him through the labyrinth of corridors, Damien's dad following hot on my heels.

      Howard stopped and knocked on one of the doors (how could he tell the rooms apart, all the doors looked the same?) and said. "Sir, Mr. Wood and Miss Scott-Reese are here."

      "Thank you let them in, Howard." Jeremy's voice called from inside.

      Howard opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

      I walked in slowly, taking in my surroundings.

      The study was basically, a room with a large desk which was covered in papers and books, as well as several old, but comfortable looking armchairs which were sat in front of an ornate fireplace. There were paintings (several modern ones, and a couple of old ones) on the walls, and the floor was covered in carpet. There were random pieces of modern day technology scattered around the room, like a computer and a stereo with big speakers.

      Jeremy had been sat at the desk, and stood up removing his glasses when Tom and I walked in.

      "Will that be all for now, sir?" Howard asked from the doorway.

      "Are you hungry?" Jeremy asked us.

      I nodded realising that the last time I had eaten had been at break at school.

      "Can you please ask Paolo to prepare something quick for Meg and Tom to eat?"

      Howard nodded. "Of course, sir, do you wish to eat in the Dining Room?"

      Jeremy nodded and Howard left closing the door quietly behind him.

      Giving me a smile, Jeremy said. "How are you, Meg?"

      I shrugged not really sure how I was feeling; I still felt kind of numb and in shock.

      He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, which made me smile and tears spring to my eyes.

      I went and sat down by the fireplace while Jeremy (should I start calling him dad? I really don't know) and Tom talked. Jeremy kept on thanking him, and I heard them talk about Hayley's death and Tom told him about how I had gone into shock.

      Not long after there was a knock on the door, and Howard told us that dinner was ready.      

      Howard led us to the Dining Room which was massive!

      Inside was a huge oak table with like twelve chairs and there were paintings on the walls around the room.

      Jeremy sat at the head of the table, and Tom and I sat on either side.

      There were expensive looking plates and cutlery set out on the table and candles. I looked up and almost gasped in amazement at the elaborate chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling.

      Harold served us our dinner, which I didn't know the name of but it was delicious.

      Jeremy was watching me, his expression unreadable as I ate. I guess he had lots of things on his mind, and was just sorting through his thoughts.

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