| Chapter Thirteen The Bully Of Barrington Hall |
It had been a week since Mark and Wendy�s trip to the hillside overlooking the valley. Wendy had finally settled into her life and every time Mark saw Wendy, she would smile and wave to him. Wendy never even told Jessica about the switching she received that afternoon. After lunch, Wendy took to her chore of cleaning up in the dining hall. The same girls were in there that had approached her a week earlier about sneaking off to the movies. As they approached, Wendy got a little nervous. "Because of you and your little escapade, we missed our movie. "You owe us," Camille said, as she grabbed Wendy by the arm. Camille was fourteen and one of the older girls at Barrington Hall. She had arrived a few months before Wendy and she had a little group of followers that obeyed her every order. It surprised Wendy that Camille could be so subtle in her ways, that even Mr. Parker hadn�t noticed her bullying the other children. Most of the children either didn't know who she was, avoided her all together, or were the victims of her wrath. It looked like Wendy was about to be her next victim. "Let go of me,!" Wendy cried, as Camille pulled her toward the bathroom down the hall. "SHUT UP!!! Camille yelled as she backed Wendy into the corner. She then spouted out instructions to her little group of followers. She ordered two girls out and down the hall for lookouts. She ordered one to stand guard at the door, and to warn her of signals from the two lookouts if an adult was seen, and in this case, any of Wendy's siblings. The girls obeyed Camille not by choice, but for survival. Some of them even joined to avoid ongoing wrath and torture from Camille. If they crossed her, there would be a heavy price to pay. Wendy tried to get away from Camille, but she had a grip like a vice. "That will cost you! No one gets away from me until I let them go," Camille stated as she slapped Wendy across the face. "Tears ran down Wendy's face from the sting, but she wouldn't give Camille the satisfaction by crying out loud. "I didn't do," Wendy tried to speak, but Camille cut her off. "I told you to shut up," she said as she slapped Wendy again. �Do not speak to me. You cost me a movie and you are going to pay me now!� she stated. "You will do everything I tell you to do, until I get bored with you, and then I might let you go. Then again, maybe I won't ever let you go. You crossed me, and you have to pay." Wendy couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could this girl even be allowed to reside at Barrington. Wendy looked around the bathroom. Three of the girls were younger than Wendy, and looked totally terrified of Camille. The two girls that stood next to her were around Camille�s age and looked almost as mean and nasty as she did. "I won't do anything you tell me to do!" Wendy stated. "What did you say?" Camille yelled. "You will do everything I tell you, or you will suffer every day. Get down on your knees and beg me to show you mercy. Beg so that you can serve me." Wendy stood there looking at Camille and the girls around her. She felt sorry for the young girls under Camille's power and decided she wasn't going to be a victim of this bully. "Go get fucked!" Wendy yelled. This angered Camille. She pushed Wendy back into the corner and told her stooges to hold her there until she returned. Camille left the room and returned less that a minute later. In her hands were a very sharp pair of scissors. "Nobody talks to me like that," Camille yelled. "Turn her around." They quickly obeyed and turned Wendy around, face first into the corner. "Camille, don't, I'm sorry. please, I will do what ever you want me to do," Wendy cried. "Oh I know you will. This is for disrespecting me," she replied as she gathered Wendy's hair up in a bunch. "NOOOO, Wendy cried, when she figured out what Camille was about to do. "Obey me. Shut up and hold still," she ordered. "Wendy knew she was in trouble and couldn't get away, she started sobbing as she heard the snip snip snip of the scissors, cutting through her almost waist length hair. When Camille was done, Wendy's hair barely touched her shoulders. Wendy was again turned to face Camille. "That looks good on you," Camille smiled. Don't you dare tell anyone, because if you do, I will deny it, and they will all back me up," she replied as she pointed to the other girls in the room. "Now get on your knees and tell me your sorry.� Wendy quickly knelt to the cold bathroom tile. She looked up at Camille with tears running down her face. "I�m sorry I disrespected you, and I will do what ever you tell me to do." "Good little girl, Camille replied as she knelt to Wendy�s level. "If you cross me, you will pay!" As Camille stood, Wendy followed with her eyes. Camille turned and left the bathroom. All the girls followed her. "Wendy stood up and looked into the mirror at her new image, then she looked down onto the tiles. What used to be her beautiful hair, lay in a heap on the floor. She bent down, scooped up her hair, and headed out of the bathroom. As she walked down the hall, she felt humiliated and the anger began to build. She wasn't going to keep quiet, and she had no intention in letting Camille run her life. She had been through a lot and she wasn't going to let this happen. She couldn't help but remember the fear on the little girls faces. Camille was a bully, and Wendy knew that Camille must pay for what she did to her and the other girls. When Wendy walked through her bedroom door, Jessica was sitting on her bed reading. "OHHH MYYY GAWDD, what did you do to your hair?" she asked as she jumped from her bed. "Go get Daddy for me, will you," Wendy said as the tears ran down her face, "And don't tell anyone.� Jessica asked no questions. She quickly left the room, and ran down the stairs in search of their father. She looked in three places before she located him. When Mark saw Jessica enter, he could tell by her face that something was wrong. "Daddy, Wendy needs you, Now!" "Where is she?" he asked as he jumped up from the table. "In our room. Daddy please hurry!" Mark ran down the hall and took the stairs two to three at a time. When he entered the girls room, Wendy was lying face down on her bed. She had one hand folded under her face, and the other hanging over the side of her bed with her cut hair still clasped in her hand. The reality of what had happened had hit her, and she was in complete breakdown. "Wendy sweetie, are you hurt?" he asked. "why did you cut your hair?" Wendy continued to cry as she stood up and threw herself into her daddy's arms. "Camille cut my hair," she cried. Mark was totally confused, and after several minutes of holding and comforting Wendy, he finally got the whole truth. Even the part of paying, if she snitched her out. Wendy left nothing out. She told him about the other girls as well, and how they were victims of Camille. Wendy, you are very brave, and I believe everything you just told me. Don't worry, you won't have to worry about Camille. Now let me have your hair sweetie. Wendy handed her hair over to her dad. Mark grabbed a small blanket and place Wendy in the window seat that overlooked the courtyard. "Stay here baby. Don't leave your room until I come back for you," he replied. As Mark walked toward his fathers office, his anger grew. How could a bully reside at Barrington and go unnoticed. He caught his father off guard as he entered the room with out knocking. Mark laid Wendy's hair on his fathers desk. He told his father of the incident, and as the hours went by, each girl was called into Mr. Parkers office one at a time, along with their fathers. Mr. Parker told the girls to confess or they would receive a solid strapping from him, before being turned over to their fathers for further punishment. Not one girl wanted to feel the strap of Mr. Parker, so each girl backed Wendy's story. As they confessed, they could see anger in their fathers faces. After their confession, Mr. Parker instructed each one of the fathers that a strapping had indeed been earned for their participation. As Wendy sat starring out the window, she heard a door slam. Then she heard the voice of an angry parent in the room right next to hers. The walls muffled his voice and she couldn�t make out the words. Wendy suddenly heard a young girl muffled cries, then the sound of a leather belt as it made contact with the unfortunate girls bottom. Wendy knew it was one of Camille�s little followers getting a thorough strapping. By the time Mark returned, the punishment next door had ended, but Wendy could still hear the girl as her muffled cries seeped through the walls. "Wendy, Mr. Parker wants me to bring you down to him, he wants to talk to you sweetie." he replied. Wendy slid off of her bed and clasped her fathers hand. They returned together. When Wendy entered the room, Camille was standing in front of Mr. Parkers desk. Her father stood right behind her. "What ever she told you is a lie! I didn't touch that girl!" Camille yelled. Mr. Parker again reminded her to watch her tone and to start with a confession. "I didn't touch her," Camille again said in a much quieter tone. "I have other girls here that can tell you I didn't." Mr. Parker was doing his best to remain calm, as he revealed all of the girls names, and how they had backed up Wendy's story as well as adding a few of their own. As Camille heard the charges, she remained focused on Mr. Parker. She however would take a glance toward her father, whose grip was tightening around her arm. She knew she was in big trouble as she noticed the veins bulging from the side of his head. Not only had Camille been deceitful and mean, but she had pulled the wool over his eyes to many times with her tears and confessions of innocence. This time their would be no mercy. Camille confessed her wrong doings to Mr. Parker, her father, Mark and Wendy, but she shed no tears. "What you did was un excusable. This you will be severely punished for. You will be strapped by me, and your father can punish you in any way he feels appropriate. I have never done this before in all of my years here, but If I find a repeat of this behavior from you ever, I will remove you from Barrington, and Juvenile hall is where you will find yourself. Do you understand me young lady?" "Yes sir," she responded as she looked down at the floor. Mr. Parker stood from his chair, opened his desk drawer and pulled out a very long thin piece of leather. It looked like the rein from a horses bridle. Wendy now saw a side of Camille she didn't know existed. Camille turned from bully, to that of a frightened mouse. "No, please sir, don't do that please," she cried as she backed into her father. Mr. Parker blurted out the instructions as to her punishment. Her father placed her over the desk with great force and held her there. Mr. Parker lifted her skirt and pulled her underwear completely off, Camille was still protesting and was now crying great amounts of remorse in her crimes. Wendy watched as Camille tried to wiggle free. Her father was one of the largest fathers at Barrington and no matter how hard she tries, he held her firmly into place. Wendy watched as Mr. Parker lifted the little leather strap high into the air before bringing it down onto Camille�s bottom. Camille screeched and yelped with each stroke of the strap. Solid wails fell between. Wendy stopped counting when Mr. Parker reached thirty. She couldn�t stand the searing screeches that came from Camille, so she turned to her father. Mark gave her a little pat on the shoulder and Wendy quietly slid through the door and out into the hall. She took a seat on the bench outside and waited. The strapping floated from behind the closed door and out into the hall. A few children had stopped to listen. Some looked horrified, but others smiled. They all knew who was getting strapped by Mr. Parker. Soon the sound of the strap ended, and in just a few short minutes the door opened. Clutched tightly by her father, Camille emerged into the hall. Her father lead her to Wendy. Wendy noticed Camille didn�t look all that threatening as she stood there with her underwear in hand and streams of tears running like a faucet down her face. "I, I'm soooo sorryyyyyy about your ha hair Wa Wendy," she stammered. "Please forgive me." "Camille," Mr. Parker called. �You will be the best behaved child in Barrington, and you are grounded to your room for two weeks. Breakfast, lunch and dinner you will only be allowed out for. That you will eat at the detention table. Your room mate has been moved to another room. If this ever happens again, you will wake up in Juvenile hall. Do you understand me?� "Yes sir.� No one really knew what happened to her when her dad got her back to her room. The rumor was that he strapped her every evening just before bedtime for the entire two weeks of her confinement. When she was seen in the dining hall, she wasn't allowed to speak to any one, and her father never left her alone. When she finally returned to the group of kids after her two week confinement, she was a totally different person and she apologized to Wendy several times for cutting her hair. There would be no more bully at Barrington Hall. |
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