Broken Pieces - L. S. (read any book TXT) 📗

a sheet of paper in her hands.

“Headmistress, you wanted to see me?”

She looked up to me, put the paper on the desk and took off her glasses.

“”Have a seat Miss Williams,”

I occupied on the chairs located on the front of her desk. Her skin is wrinkled but her beauty is undeniable. She is wearing a lavender ruffled blouse paired with a gray slacks.

“I just finish reading this letter that you’re planning on sending to Mr. and Mrs. Grayson,” she spoke.

I nodded.

“Yes, Headmistress,” I agreed. “If you allow me, I would like to speak with them in person in regards with the behavior of Stephanie Grayson in this school.” I elaborate.

She cleared her throat and stood up.

“I was told that it was regarding the hierarchy in this school, I know that you came from a public school and it was fine with the board but the hierarchy has already been established in this school way in the 50’s,” she told me.

So I was told. I wanted to say to her.

“I definitely understand that Headmistress and I have nothing against the hierarchy because it drives the student to do great and be more active in school.” I said sighting the benefit of the hierarchy, “What concerns me is that the power that the chosen student gets, that sometimes it cannot be avoided that the power is being overused.”

She nodded. I hope she agrees with me, Headmistress can be intimidating sometimes since she came from a very wealthy and prominent family. She was also the first chosen Queen since the hierarchy started.

“I do get your point, girls of this generation can be difficult to deal with sometimes,” she said as she sat on her leather chair again. “We can schedule a meeting with the Parent-Teacher Committee so your concerns can be discussed and we can site a plan or a solution in regards with this matter.”

I smiled at her. I didn’t expect that she will somehow agree with me. Most of the teachers here are scared to voice out their opinions since she is tough most of the time.

“Thank you Headmistress,”

She nodded again. I knew it was my cue to leave so I stood up and made my way out of her office.

I turned the lights on of my apartment. It was empty like how I left it earlier this morning. The day ended just how I expected it. Ever since I graduated from NYU and transferred to this place from the NYU campus dorm I was stuck with my daily routine; wake up, go to work, go home and sleep. Tomorrow it will be the same.

The place is quiet again, it was a bit lively when Nicole stayed with me for two days. God! I missed her already. She promised to get in touch with me in the condition that she will not tell either Keith or Nate that she found me. I am a different person now and them knowing what happened to me will only complicate things, besides I really do not want to explain anything again.

Nicole told me that Carter flew to Florida the day I went missing. He made a scene at the club cause he believed that Keith took me. A couple of security at Keith’s club had to carry him out of the club since he is disturbing the other guest.

He was a mess and hurting. Those were Nicole’s words. He constantly flew to Florida every weekend and he gets the same news. I wasn’t there. Until after exactly a year he stopped going to Florida.

I felt so much paid and hurt after Nicole told me that story. I wanted to cry but I tried not to. I have been crying for the past six years. It didn’t help me much. There are times that I looked at him on the internet but I haven’t done that for years. It only hurts me even more when I see him devastated or when I see him with someone else.

I took off my coat and walked towards my fridge to get something to drink. I feel exhausted. I started interviewing students to help decide on what major will fit them the most. Plus, Ivy Week is already in the corner and all the senior students are cramming their GPA’s so they could get accepted on the Ivy school of their choice.

I still hadn’t heard from the parents of the Stephanie Grayson, my letter was sent to their penthouse in Fifth Avenue three days ago. I hope they will be attending the Parent – Teacher Associate meeting this Saturday night to discuss the matters of hierarchy at St. Therese.

My phone which I placed on the couch rang so I went to pick it up and check on it.

I have one text message received.

[Will in town next week. Let’s meet?]

I smiled when I read the text message from Dr. Sullivan. It’s been months since she last visited New York so I suddenly got excited.

Her visits to me eases the emptiness that I feel in my heart. She is the only person who knew what happened. I typed in my reply.

[Of course, let me know when so I can clear my scheduleJ]

I typed another next

[Are you here for work?]

My phone dings again.

[I am attending a conference. It’s gonna be sometime next week. I’ll let you know when]

I replied [Sure. Can’t wait! I have so many things to tell you.]

[Me too. About the Greene’s]

My heart skip a beat. This is the first time in a long time that she mentioned them.

[Anything I should know now?]

I was fidgeting while waiting for the reply.

[None at this time. We’ll talk when I get there]

I closed my eyes, I never thought Dr. Sullivan can be such a cliffhanger.

[Okay. See you.]

I took a deep breath as I wondered what it is that she wants to talk to me about the Greene’s. She didn’t even specify if it was about Carter or his father. I frustratingly sat on the couch and just trusted Dr. Sullivan with whatever it is that she is planning on telling me. Sometime next week is just around the corner. I just hope that I can stop myself from thinking about it.

 

 

“Taxi!’

Finally! I said under my breath, out of all the seven days in the week why is it to be the day that I didn’t hear my alarm? Yesterday I was told by Stephanie Grayson that her guardian will be meeting me today. I can’t be late. Headmistress Jane will be furious for sure.

The day couldn’t not be any worse cause I have been standing from the sidewalk for 30 minutes before I was able to get a cab.

I was about to get in when a tall guy wearing a blue button down shirt and khaki pants climbed inside the cab before I did.

“Hey!’ I snapped at him holding the door of the back of the cab.

He looked at to me and gave me a smile. The guy is good looking with his perfect set of white teeth, gray eyes, and sharp pointed nose but it wasn’t the point. He’s stealing the cab I waited for thirty minutes.

“Yes beautiful?” he asked as if he doesn’t know what is going on.

“I got the taxi first,’ I said.

“Oh! But I am already sitting here and you’re still standing there, so I think I got it first?” he arrogantly said to me.

WTF? Can this day get any worse? I checked my wristwatch, I am really running late. I don’t have the time to play games with this arrogant good looking asshole.

“Sir, I am running late for work, my alarm didn’t work all of a sudden so if you could please get off this cab that I have waited for thirty minutes I would really appreciate it.” I said calmly.

He smiled at me.

“Well, I would really like to do you a favor but I am also running late for my appointment, so how about we exchange numbers and we can meet up for some drinks tonight?”

Is he really hitting on me? Is he insane? After he acted to ungentlemanly towards me he wants to meet up for drinks?

I can feel my blood circulating to my brain.

“Alright! I don’t have time to play around with you, I tried to be civilized and calm but you are just so much of an asshole so I am just going to say this, get off of the fucking cab because I hailed it first cause I am really running late, my boss will kill me and if that happens I will hunt you down and bury you alive!” I am pissed that I am staring at him with daggers.

I don’t really get mad because I had too since I am a guidance counselor and teenagers are kind of hard to deal with and being authoritative never worked with them so I have learned to discipline them in the nicest and calmest way possible.

“Wow! Fierce! I like it, you realized that you are getting hotter and hotter by the minute and when you’re mad?”

He didn’t even flinch. In fact he put his hands on his chest and stretch his legs from where he is sitting making himself comfortable.

“Are you seriously hitting on me?” I furiously said.

He laughed.

“Okay, you can sit beside me, the cab will take me to my appointment then he can drive you to yours, how’s that sound?”

I narrowed my eyes. This guy is unbelievable! Arguing with him is only wasting my time. There is not point talking to him.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your ride! Jerk!’ I said then I slammed the cab door on his face.

I stomped my way to hail another cab while silently praying that I won’t be late.

 

 

I didn’t make it on time for my appointment with the Grayson’s. In fact I was forty minutes late which is the first time since I landed this job. I really hate that rude guy.

I ran-walk my way towards my office while fixing my peach buttoned down shirt paired with black knee length pencil cut skirt and black pumps.

I was about to get inside the office when I saw Headmistress Jane on the hallway looking at me as if I was her child and I got an F on a major exam.

“You are late! Mr. Grayson has been waiting for you for an hour! This is unacceptable Ms. Williams” she said emphasizing her every word.

“My apologies Headmistress,” I said. “I will be attending Mr. Grayson now,”

I didn’t wait for her to speak, I just excused myself instead then entered my office. I saw Stephanie Grayson sitting on one of the wooden chairs in front of my desk while the other one was occupied by Mr. Grayson. Their backs were on me so I don’t see their faces.

“I am really sorry I was late Mr. Gray-“

I wasn’t able to finish what I was trying to say when I saw who Mr. Grayson is.

“You?”

He was the jerk earlier who stole my cab and the reason why I was late. Is he Stephanie’s father? He’s young to be one though, since he looks like we’re on the same age.

“When my sister told me that a guidance counselor wanted to meet me I expected someone old and wrinkled not someone beautiful and attractive,” he mumbled.

I saw Stephanie rolled her eyes. His statement answers my question, so he’s Stephanie’s brother, maybe I wasn’t surprise where Stephanie got her behavior.

I took a deep breath. I can’t believe he’s still hitting on me but I decided to disregard what he said.

“Mr. Grayson, I am not going to apologize for being late because I think we both know why, so let’s just go into the main reason why we’re all here,” I said as I put my things on the table and took a seat. “Your sister here is showing some unseemly behavior towards her schoolmates, I certainly think that she is overusing her power being the chosen Queen Bee of this school,” I said directly not holding any barred.

“Unbelievable! I already explained this to you,”