They Sent Me To Academy To Tame Me, Then I Stopped Chasing Them Novel - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The day I was discharged, the Whitmores showed up in a fleet of black SUVS. My father stood at the front with the estate manager. My mother had traded her heels for flats, like she was afraid she'd fall behind. "Maren, come home with me." "We remodeled your suite." "Everett converted his executive study for you. Ronan hired a private concierge doctor." I wheeled my suitcase past her. "I applied for university dorms." My father stiffened. "You're technically still a minor. You're not living in some cramped dorm." A woman stepped out from behind me.

"Miss Whitmore turned eighteen last month." "She's retained me to emancipate her legal residence, sever her financial ties to the trust, and file her civil injury claims." My father stared at her. "Who are you?" "Celeste Mercer, Center for Public Interest Law." "I'm representing Miss Whitmore regarding the premises liability and negligence at the estate." My mother grabbed my suitcase. "You're cutting yourself off from the family?" "Maren, are you leaving me?" I stopped.

"You're the ones who sent me away to be fixed." "I didn't send you away.' Chapter 8 80.00% "I just wanted you to slow down." "I am perfectly obedient now." "Is my behavioral correction not to your standard?" My mother had nothing. Because she never really wanted me to be 'fixed'. She wanted me as a perfectly polished accessory, as long as I didn't eclipse Elodie's spotlight. But she also wanted me on call, ready to drop everything the second they needed me. Just like before. They couldn't have it both ways. My father tried one more time.

"We've already handled the Elodie situation." "She will issue a formal apology. She has been effectively disinherited." "It's done." I turned to Celeste. "Is the media packet ready?" Celeste: "Ready." My father's composure cracked. "What are you doing?" "The police incident report. The toxicology screens. The Rosemont NDA. The security footage." "All of it goes public." "Maren!" My father dropped his voice. "Do you have any idea what this will do to the family?" "I saved four people my first day home." "Did anyone care if I drew another breath?" He didn't answer.

Chapter 8 80 00% That afternoon, Rosemont Academy released a statement. They claimed a private family dispute had triggered an 'emotional episode.' They vehemently denied ever instituting mandatory delay tactics on students. The statement survived for exactly twenty-eight minutes. Then the training footage I'd submitted went viral, In the clip, someone collapsed in the hallway. I jumped up. The teacher pushed me back down. "Sit down." "No one initiates action without explicit authorization." By the time the ten minutes were up, the person pretending to be injured had already been carried out.