The Girls 2

Estal Academy is back! A new year, new students, new friendships.

With all the problems in their lives, can the three girls stick together?

*Contains triggers and emotional subjects people may find distressing/upsetting


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The ambulance pulled up outside school with its blue flashing lights and sirens. It reminded me of the news when they were talking about what Kaito had done. I initially felt paranoid that this was all a stunt, that Amber was faking her asthma attack, and actually the police were coming to arrest me for doing drugs and making out with a man more than twice my age. But when Amber passed out, I realised that this asthma attack was really bad. This was a really serious attack.

I held Amber's hand as we took her out and into the ambulance. Kirsty the receptionist had to go, because an adult had to go with her. I really wanted to go, just to ensure that my friend was okay. I knew I had to let Laine know, so Miss Lyle let me leave the class. I ran up to the theatre and burst through the door. Laine and Ashley Martinez were practising and laughing when she turned to look at me.

She jumped up automatically and ran over to me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Suki, what's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked. Ashley was stood behind her, looking at us. She looked concerned for some reason, but she had nothing to be worried about. She has nothing to do with us.

"What you staring at, emo?" I yelled at Ashley. She looked around to make sure nobody heard, then she grabbed her script and sat down by her bag. I couldn't be bothered with her staring. I already had people watching me 24/7, and I didn't need somebody else to do that too.

Laine turned around and mouthed an apology to Ashley, who nodded back and looked away, all whilst I was glaring at her. Laine turned back to look at me, "so are you going to tell me what's up, or are you just going to run around offending everyone here?"

I rolled my eyes. "Amber had a full blown asthma attack. She fainted, and now she's in an ambulance on her way to hospital." Laine looked at me. Her face was serious and concerned. "I think she'll be okay, but I'm not sure."

"We need to get to the hospital," Laine replied, "grab your bag. We have to go, quick." Laine grabbed her bag and said goodbye to Ashley. We both rushed out of the theatre and went down the snicket to the centre of town. I glanced at Dan's house as we raced past.

We arrived at the hospital. The receptionist peered over her glasses to look at us. Her blond hair was bunched up into a messy bun, and her eyes were bright blue. Her skin was so pale, you'd assume she was ill. She put the phone down and eventually spoke to us. "Yes, girls?" She said in the most monotonous voice I've ever heard.

"We're here to see Amber King?" Laine told her, "she came in about an hour ago. The ambulance came to get her from Estal Academy. She had an asthma attack."

The receptionist typed Amber's name in on her computer and managed to locate her. "She's been taken to the Waterloo Wing," the receptionist told us, "but you need to be with an adult to be able to go see her."

I rolled my eyes and hit my fist against the desk. "She came in with the receptionist, Kirsty. She'd confirm who we are. Now lady, I need you to tell us everything you know, and then let us go see our friend! You do NOT want to mess with me!" I yelled at her. Laine looked shocked as her eyes widened at my response.

"I need to take your names, and you need to sign in, then sign out after you leave," the receptionist said, handing us a sheet of paper. Laine wrote her name first, and then I wrote mine. The receptionist glared at my name, obviously recognising the surname from the news about Kaito. She looked at me, and she looked as if she'd seen a ghost. I knew that she recognised me, and I knew that she knew who I am. She called one of her colleagues to walk us to the Waterloo Wing to see Amber.

Hospitals always smell like medicine and cleaning sprays. The walls are painted white, and there are so many windows to let in lots of light. The floor is a mint green coloured laminate. There are so many brown doors with name tags of different doctors with different specialities. I spotted different wards with many different people on them. I shivered. I don't like hospitals, never have and never will. When we reached the Waterloo Wing, the receptionist there frowned at us. She'd obviously had a conversation with the other receptionist down in the main block.

"You're here for Amber King, aren't you?" She asked us as she pulled up a page on her computer. Laine and I both nodded, awaiting the information. "So this asthma attack was pretty severe. She's ended up in a coma, and she's on a lot of life support. We have to wait and see if she wakes up."

"If?" Laine emphasised, "what is her chance of survival?" The receptionist winced, knowing she couldn't possibly give us an accurate percentage. "Come on, you've got to have an idea! We need to know!" Laine said.

"30%," the receptionist told us, "but that's just a guess. I couldn't possibly confirm a percentage, or even suggest one, so just don't pass that information on."

Laine started crying and she collapsed onto the floor in my arms. I was dragged down with her. It reminded me of when I first found out about Kaito, and how Lewis held me on his arms as I sobbed and sobbed. It's the first time I've thought about Lewis since I got involved in Dan. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts, the emotions, the feelings. The receptionist came round and crouched on the floor next to us. "I can take you to see Amber, if you want."

I smiled and nodded at her. "Thank you." I helped Laine up and held her arms as we followed the receptionist to the ward. We went through into ward 25, where Amber was in a closed-off room. She was hooked to so many life support machines. We were both shocked, but we both opened the door and went into the room. Kirsty was sat there, staring at Amber. She turned her attention to us and smiled. Laine went closer and sat down on the chair next to Kirsty. I couldn't bear it, and so I turned around and ran. I ran back to the main Wing and out of the hospital.

I didn't want to see my friend in that state. I sent a text to Dan;

I'm on my way to yours. I'll be there soon xx

I ran to Dan's and banged on the door several times. He opened it and I ran in, flicked my shoes off and went into his living room. He already had a glass of vodka on one of his tables next to the sofa, so I picked it up and chugged it. I heard Dan close the door and a few seconds later, he appeared at the doorway. "Should I get another bottle of that?" He laughed. I carried on chugging the glass I'd picked up whilst nodding at him. He came back with some drugs and two bottles of pure vodka. He poured me another glass, and I chugged it.

I poured myself a glass whilst he rolled me a joint and handed it to me. "I can't do that," I said to him as I sipped my fifth vodka. "I can drink alcohol, but I'm not doing drugs again."

Dan came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Do I have to inject you again? I hate doing that to you baby, but I have to do it every time you come over."

I wriggled to set myself free from his grip, but he grabbed the needle from his pocket and injected my lower arm again. I just let him do it, because I learned that pulling away was a stupid idea. After he'd done injecting me, I chugged another vodka. We sat down on the sofa, and he handed me a joint again. I had to take it, unless I wanted to be injected again. The bonus of the joint was I could control how much I took, but when Dan injected me, it was his dosage choice. He lit it for me, so I inhaled, and exhaled. He wrapped his arm over the sofa and leaned into me. Our lips locked again, for the millionth time this week.

We'd been making out for ten minutes when he took the joint from my fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray. I felt him start to unbutton my jeans, so I wriggled as a sign to stop, but he went for it again. I pulled away. "We can't do this," I said, "you're too old for me."

Dan laughed as he pulled my top over my head and went back to pull the zipper down on my jeans. He took off his top and looked at me. "I know you like me Suki. We can do this." He kissed my neck, and I knew I'd be left with hickeys in the morning. At that moment, I decided I wanted it. I unzipped his jeans, and he laughed into my ear as our hearts started racing.


I headed back to the academy at 9pm. I'd enjoyed my night of alcohol, drugs and fun with Dan, and though he's older than me, I don't care. He likes me, and I can grow to like him too. After tonight, I decided that he's as good as I'll ever get. When I was back on campus, I saw a figure. I recognised the figure, who started approaching me as it pushed its hair back from its face. I realised it was Lewis when he called, "hey, Suks, wait up!" I stopped and spun around to look at Lewis. He cupped my face in his hands and looked at my eyes, observing my face and scanning my body from top to toe. "Holy shit, are you okay?"

I nodded at him. "I'm fine. Sleepy," I replied as I tried to push him away from me. "Leave me alone," I snapped as I tried to walk away. He grabbed my arm where I've been injected so many times recently. I flinched and moved my arm from his wrist as I turned around and glared at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled as I shoved him back.

"Suks, who has done this to you?" He asked. His eyes started filling with tears as he stroked his hand down my face. "Who has turned you into this? Who has given you alcohol and... drugs? Who, Suki?"

I pushed him again and shook my head. "Dan!! Dan has been caring for me. He's the only one who cares about me and he's the only one who has helped me through all this shit!" I cried.

Lewis grabbed my wrist to stop me from pushing him again. "Dan isn't helping you Suki. He's ruining you."

"He's 38, he knows what he's doing!" I yelled as I pulled my wrists back.

"He's 38? Goddamn it, Suki, he's grooming you! He's giving you alcohol and drugs! Please don't tell me you've slept with him?" Lewis shouted. I looked down at my shoes and bit my lip, and at that moment Lewis knew. "No Suki, no! You can't do this! You can't see him! He's grooming you! He just wants to sleep with you, and the only reason you're letting him get away with it is because you're under the influence of so much shit! You're in no right mind to give him consent!" Lewis started crying, but I laughed, walked away and left him.

He can't tell me what to do.

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