Story: Hidden Love, A High School Tragedy (all chapters)

Authors: sneekie

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Chapter 1

Title: Freak & Family


Freak, weirdo are the most common words used to describe me, a 16 year old girl at high school. Sure I don’t do myself any favours wearing men’s stripe shirts and mainly second hand clothes, hair pretty much shaved off except for long piece that hangs down front of my face. I mean how else can a girl express her individuality. So the day to day ritual of being picked on, bullied, harassed and the occasional thumping is nothing new to me. Yeh I’m sick of it, you can see why kids go to schools with guns, knives and dream about killing all the kids and teachers you hate. The difference between me and those other kids, I wouldn’t dress up, I’d just go in as every other day except surprise and ‘bang’ their all dead.

The locker next to me slams shut waking me out of my day dream. I shut my locker and looked to my right. There she was, one of the school’s favourite swimmers… Miss popularity, Miss Claire Stevens. All the guys wanted her, heck I wanted her. I smile as she looks in my direction.

“what are you smiling at freak. Don’t even think about speaking to me either”

I closed my mouth before the words could come out and watch her leave. I rest my head against the locker and moan to myself just once I wish she would say something nice to me.

It was my free period and most good nerds go off to the library and read, but I’m not a nerd. Ok I love reading and drama but that doesn’t make me a nerd. I think of myself an explorer so when I first started high school I searched out hidden places where I could be alone. So underneath school is an old boiler room, two accesses one from behind school property, it runs underneath the school. The other door leads out into the library which is blocked by bookcase. So really there is only one entrance and I have the key.

I shut the heavy door behind me and turned the light on. The old engines haven’t been used since new, modern heating was installed ages ago. There was no natural light, only one bulb in middle of room. It gives off an eerie effect when you swing it.

I opened up one of the boilers and pulled out my rug and latest reading. It just happened to be a girlie magazine with P!nk on the front. I have an hour to relax until my next class.

I looked at my watch and growled in annoyance when I heard the heavy door creak open, then closed.

I looked up at the intruder and got to my feet. “Your late” I growled, practically spitting

The figure came into the light and grabbed me stealing a long kiss. She stepped back and laughed “You know I was training Rach”

I could smell the chlorine in her hair as we stayed close “Claire Stevens you drive me nuts, you organise these little sessions and then arrive almost when its time I have to go.”

Claire pulled her top off already exposing her breasts to me “well how about you stop talking and make use of what time me have left darling.”

The words melted my anger and I instantly attached to her perfectly formed breast, biting down on the nipple. The sound of her pants filled the room as I worked up to her lips. We kissed hard, fighting to get each other’s clothes off. I pushed her down and feasted between her legs, she was wet, she always arrived wet from the anticipation of our ‘passion sessions’ as she calls them

“oh Rach, yeh baby that’s it. Oh god I’ve wanted you all day” Claire moaned. She was never very quiet during our sessions.

I licked and drank, chasing her engorged bud around. She burst over my face and clamped her legs trapping me to her pussy. I finally surfaced and we kissed again, she moved on top. She was heavier than me, physically stronger than me….. but I was always more dominant. I held her back

“Rach, fuck sake we don’t have long”

“I know…..” we kissed as she inserted her finger, followed by a second. I clamped down and started riding them. My body reared as she fucked me with her fingers. I was almost there

The sound of the siren was loud indicating change of class. You could hear the feet over head, lockers crashing.

“don’t stop….” I growled

“Rach, come on, stop being greedy” she removed her fingers from my cunt and pushed hard at my clit, forcing my climax. I sat up disappointed at the abrupt ending, but also admiring as she lick her fingers.

“I don’t taste like a pool, do I” I cooed

“No you don’t, but I am going to go down on you one day”

“Yeh yeh, you been promising me that for like since late primary” I got dressed

“blasted, I already used my spare panties” Claire in annoyance

I reached into my bag and pulled out “here you go, and I wash the pair you have there”

Claire threw them at me.

“Ok I have to go” Claire kisses me and starts to leave. I refuse and just hold her, resting my head to her shoulder. Claire wraps her arms “baby…. I really have to go”

Promise me one thing Claire…. “talk to me at the lockers, say something nice just once”

Claire broke the hug “I love you Rach…. You know that but we are in two different culture up there” points to ceiling. “There’s my reputation to keep. I can show you I love you, I can’t do anymore than that. I have to go, same time Friday. I won’t be late, promise” Claire rushes off.

I groan and lean against the wall. Friday…. It was only Tuesday.



End of the day and I emptied my books into my locker and found a little bag waiting for me. I opened it to find my favourite chocolate biscuits. Home made with a note ‘doesn’t he feed you’ I smiled an ate a biscuit. Claire’s in my life, my heart and my locker. I was just leaving when I caught a glimpse of her talking to tje school’s head swimming coach. I stopped and stared, going over what we accomplished earlier that day. I was shoved forward and fell to the ground. I quickly got up and faced the culprit

“I find it really disgusting you staring at Claire, you sick weirdo.” Came growling voice

It was Mark ‘Flipper’ Phillips, the top male swimmer in the school and wanting to get with Claire for a while.

“looking is not a crime, but sampling the product is a different matter. Done any sampling lately Flip-flop” I smile smugly for well knowing Claire would never look twice at him.

I was rammed into the locker, and him in my face “you every talk to me like that again and I will mess you up bitch”

I tried to push him back but he was too strong. “what’s wrong, you going to cry” he flicks my head with his fingers

I gritted my teeth and hissed “no but you are”

I bought my knee up sharp to his groin, the connection could be heard for miles along with his cry. I watched him wither to the ground rocking from side to side, holding his crotch.

People gathered around including teachers, I was taken aside and chastised. I’m bad for sticking up for myself was the lesson of the day from his swimming coach teacher.

“well I’m sure your swimming sensation can swim just as well with out his gonads, cut back the drag I would think. But I don’t know if his balls are big, do you know Mrs Shellman?”

Uh oh! detention after school again, and a meeting with the head principal.

“Now Rachel I know things have been hard since your mother's death” started the principal. I tuned out and fantasized about my next session with Claire

I walked home slowly and hit the door to my house just as it was getting dark. I look at the front lawn, nothing but tall grass, it used to look really nice once... I took a deep breath and walked inside. The family sounds of home would be the radio on, singing and smell of dinner followed by Mum yelling at me to wash up for after school snack.

Mum died just over 12 months ago. I looked into the front room to see the tv on and usual Dad sitting watching it. I bit my lip from seeing the dozen or so beer cans from the day.

I made a start to cook dinner, looked in the freezer, the cupboard and lastly fridge. “You said you were going to do the shopping today Dad, there is nothing to eat” I yelled.

“Dad I said”

I heard him move and went pale as I saw him in the door way sneering “I’m sorry I don’t remember you being in charge around here.”

I dropped my eyes “Dad I know it's hard, but I can’t do this alone, I can’t take care of all of this”

“Nobody asked you to do a fucking thing” he spat

“No.. cos like there are heaps of people waiting to do it for you” I returned

I hit the side of the cupboard and fell to the floor. I saw the drops of blood fall onto my pants. I ran upstairs to my room slamming the door.

Few hours later I had finished the last of the biscuits Claire had made and continued on with my homework. I heard the sounds of Dad coming up the stairs and froze. I relaxed as he seemed to walk on passed my room.

Just as I was about to continue writing the door opened and he walked in. I jumped out of my seat and put the chair between us.

“Honey I’m so sorry, I never meant to hit you.”

The same thing he always says after he hit me.

“It’s ok Dad, it wasn’t that bad, look I have to get this report done by tomorrow.”

He didn’t leave and I could feel my skin crawling. He stepped closer and held out his arms to hug me. He held me tightly “I’m so sorry, since your mother died, I will improve. You just remind me so much of her.”

His hand started to wander around my back and moved to the front of me. I tried to resist “Dad don’t,... please, stop”

He held me tighter and placed kisses on my neck hard, as he grabbed my breast. With all the force I could push him back and bolted from the house.

School next day at the locker I grabbed my books and smiled at the flower left behind by Claire. I felt eyes next to me so I glanced at her. Claire looked at my swollen nose followed by the bruise on my neck. I pulled up the collar of my shirt and slammed locker closed leaving for class. She was never going to ask how I was, not in front of her peers

Chapter 2

Title: Snapped & Showtime


Friday arrived and Claire was early. I remained seated on the floor and read my comic, slightly ignoring her. She knelt in front and brushed my face, pushing the single strand of hair behind my ear.

“You need to leave home Rachel, it’s only a matter of time until he rapes you”.

I threw my comic away “and where shall I go, I know how about your place... oh wait that would be a bad idea, someone might see us and think we are friends” I groaned in frustration “look its not your problem or your business so just drop it.”

Claire wiped the tears flowing from my face

“I miss her Claire, she always knew what to do. Now I have to look after Dad, the house. There is nobody looking after me?.”

Claire’s lips followed by her hands were on my body. She pulled off my pants and pulled away my panties. She pushed me to lean back against the wall and spread my legs.

“Claire..” I stuttered “I don’t think this is the time for”

Claire looked up “this is exactly the time to show you that someone is looking after you”

Her mouth disappeared into me, her tongue dancing around my pussy, stroking up the sides and playing around my hole. I was shaking, my hips lifting

“Claire... oh my god...” I was feeling light-headed. She grabbed my hips and pulled harder and sucked at my clit until I started shaking. I held her head and she held my hips and then it was over, the moment of release, the tension and now the loss. I broke down into sobs, she held me until over session was over.

It was nearly end of the school day and I had finished my final hour of detention. I looked at my watch and hoped to catch Claire leaving the pool. Then it all changed from that point.

I felt something over my head, a blindfold and my mouth had a hand over it muffling my cries. I was being carried off by people. I could hear them giggling. I tried to fight but I was restrained. A familiar smell of chlorine, that’s when panic set. The blindfold was taking off

“time for you to take a swim weirdo”

I felt myself get launched and I hit the water. I could hear them still laughing as I sank

In the change rooms Claire could hear the laughing and hooting. A girl ran in “they are going to throw someone into the pool.”

“great...” Claire not interested as she was finishing off her hair “what poor person got it this time”

“that bitch who kneed Mark in the you-know-what”

Claire dropped her gear and ran passed. She just caught sight of Rachel hitting the water.

“Get her out, get her out” Claire shouted, and ran to the side but Mark grabbed her

“hey relax, she’s just taking a little dip” holding the struggling Claire

“let me go Mark, she can’t swim... she’s drowning.

Mark looked down and gathered group noticed Rachel had not surfaced. Claire pushed off Mark and dived down. She grabbed Rachel's semi floating body and dragged her to the surface. She was heavy and Claire felt herself going under. There were more splashes as people jumped in and pulled both girls from the pool. Claire shook Rachel

“breath, cmon breath” Claire tried what she could remember about giving mouth to mouth but Rachel wasn’t stirring. She was then pushed aside and Rachel rolled onto her side and thumped in the back. She was rolled back over and teachers took over. The auditorium was in silence

The sounds of Rachel coughing up and wheezing bought a relief to everyone, especially Claire.

I sat outside in the ambulance holding the oxygen mask to my face. I was still trying to catch my breath from the ordeal. Claire walked up and went to say something.

I got up and took the oxygen mask off “don’t you dare say anything to me, I don’t want to blow your I’m-too-cool to talk to the freak cover.”

“Rachel please” Claire lowered her voice

“what ever” I walked off.

I had just reached the end of school property when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see it was Mark

“I’m sorry... it was really stupid”

“yeh right Mark... just piss off”

“well you should have learn to swim”

I ignored his remarks until his final words

“Maybe your Mum should have taught you that before she died.” He whispered into my ear.

I think it was at that moment I heard the snap, a sense of calmness, clarity, I guess you could say it was an epiphany. I smiled up at Mark

“Oh Mum taught me something way more important than swimming, and come Monday you are going to find out”


“just meet me in the lunch hall 10am and you will see”

“ohh can I bring friends, just in case I need help” he laughed and ran off

I sneered “the more the merrier.

Sunday afternoon I sat with my feet dangling in Claire’s pool, yeh we made up. I can never stay mad at her for too long. She is my strength and my weakness.

Claire finishes her work-out, gets from the pool and I give her a towel. She wipes herself and I push her wet hair back and kiss her. She doesn’t pull away, no need her folks are not home. Our kiss intensifies as our hands wander over each other. Claire wants to continue further but I gently push her back.

“I have to go... I have some stuff to organise” I go to move away but Claire still had hold


“why, whats so important? We have rest of afternoon to ourselves, let’s go to my room, fool around. Oh even try something new, like having sex.”

I laugh, my sarcastic humour was rubbing off. “I can’t I have something to attend to before tomorrow”

“has this got something to do with Mark, what’s happening at 10am tomorrow.”

I wave my hand “I was just being dramatic, you know” I kiss her passionately then grabbed her face “there is one thing you can do for me, don’t come to school tomorrow. Say you’re sick or flip the day.”

Alarm bells went off in Claire’s head “Rachel what are you planning”

“Claire just do as I say please” I begged “ I rarely ask you to do something for me and I always do what you want, I’m pleading with you just stay away. Do it for me” I hug her once she agreed to my request


Monday came and I walked in school as I would any other day, same old check pants, strip shirt and back pack. I went to my locker and as I opened, it was slammed closed

“Hello rock... that’s your new name rock, cos you sink like one.” Laugh Mark and his friends

I laugh with him as if sharing in on the joke “yeh rock is good and your name can be Charles Bronson”

“huh... who”

“you know the tough guy out of Death Wish , you pick on him and you have a death wish, it’s a movie stupid.”

“nope,” Mark flicked my head with his fingers “see you at 10, don’t be late.”

“ probs” keeping it jovial and walked off.

I closed the door to my hide out and dropped my bag, it makes a metallic sound as it hits the cement floor. I open up bag and take my jacket off. I put on the vest and put my jacket back on, just as I was about to do up the bag

“I thought I’d find you here” came feminine voice

I got angry and growled at her for not doing what I asked. I guess Claire was taken back by my unusual aggressiveness, she jumped.

“what’s going on, I tried calling your mobile phone, its switched off. I tried your home and your father didn’t answer.

I tucked some of the blood stain shirt into my pants

“Rachel” Claire steps forward kicking my bag, hearing the metal clanging

“Claire don’t”

But she opened up the bag and saw the picture. She took it out and smiled

“I always liked this one of your Mum, in her police uniform.”

Yes my Mum was a police officer and up until one night her partner turned up at the door-step looking sad. She had been shot and killed while they attended a domestic dispute. The guy shot her because she was sticking up for someone else.

Claire’s eyes dropped to the bag again and gasped at the weapons

You see Mum didn’t get time to teach me to swim, but she did teach me how to defend myself. She taught me all about guns and I got to go out on the shooting range with her. Good thing Dad didn’t throw the old guns out.

Rachel, no you can’t do this…. Just think for a moment”

“I have... and I’m still going through with it” I reached down and take out one pistol pull the clip out and checked its contents. I was happy it was still loaded. I put the clip back.

Claire paces before grabbing the gun from me and throwing it in the bag. “NO.. I will not let you ruin your life, lets go back to my place. My parents are not home, we can talk... we can.”

“Claire I’m not in the mood to go to your place, to talk, to have sex… to do anything but what I’ve put my mind to.” I look at my watch 9.45am “hmmmm showtime”

“Claire please go home” I pleaded with her one last time

“what will your father say” growls Claire

“I don’t know, he was dead before I left for school”

Tears flowed from Claire “so what going to kill me as well?”

I looked at her in disbelief “no... hell no way. Claire I love you.”

“then for me… please just leave this stuff, walk away.”

I got frustrated, my hand start hitting side of my leg “Claire not everything is about you, for you or because of you.”

Claire changed tack and got physical, she started to restrain me and as usual she was stronger and rammed me into the wall

NO..NO, I will not let you go out and kill people.”

I broke down and cried on her shoulder I held her tight and sobbed.

“it’s going to be ok, we just going to walk away and say we found this stuff.” reaffirmed Claire

“your right” I agree finally

Claire releases me and turns away, I call her back. I felt sick when I hit her across the face, she fell and I caught her. I put her down carefully on my rug, stroking her hair and face.

“I’m so sorry I hit you baby, I don’t want you around for this.” I kiss her head and leave the room.

Claire started to rouse, her head was groggy and as it cleared she slowly sat up

Rachel...RACHEL” Claire went to the door but it wouldn’t open, she pushed hard and heard the lock rattle, she was locked in. Claire screamed, pounding the door for help when a sound echoed up above followed by screaming. Not that of excited students, it was scream of fear. Claire continued to pound the door but it wouldn’t budge.

She paced the room then swore. She went to the further part of the room where the second door that opened to the library. She almost ripped the door off the hinge but was confronted with large book case. She heaved, but it hardly budged. She took deep breathes but another round of gun fire snapped her back and she continued to push and rock until the bookcase crashed down. She climbed through and made her way out of the library

She walked down the corridor, it was quiet, too quiet for a school. There were no students in the rooms, no sounds. Claire rounded the corridor and gasps turning away quickly. She looked back at the body of her swimming coach

“Oh my god Rachel what have you done”

Chapter 3

Title: Final Hours & Closure


I hold my head up high into the lunch room at 10.07am. The room went silent, all eyes were on me. I stood over Mark.

“well look who decided to show up, so come on let me have it” he laughs “what are you going to do to me.” He grins and his friends laugh

I broke to my senses and went to walk away but he got in my face “you’re not leaving until you give it to me... weirdo, weirdo” he started singing

All of a sudden the room filled with chants of ‘weirdo’ and I was moved by all the attention and bounced my head in time.

“Well then Mark why don’t we get started”

I dropped my backpack and reached inside, I felt him grab me and when I faced him, his eyes bugged out at the sight of two guns pointing at his head.

The chants stopped, huh funny that. I caught out the corner of my eye someone rushing to do door and I turned a fired a few shots. It hit the student bringing him down. There were screams, tables turning over.

Another shot rang out “will you all just shut the fuck up.” I scream

The room went silent. “thank you”

I face Mark and looked at his friends “ok now its my turn and this is what you are going to do”

Mark stripped naked and stood on the table in all his glory, tears stained his face. “I said dance flipper, dance. You know that little flipper thing”

Mark stood paralysed in fear. “Oh you need some encouragement”

I go around the table to his friends and point to one with gun. “weren’t you the one who was giggling while I was being dragged to the pool.”

The girl started to cry and I scoff at her “oh please” a shot rang out followed by more screams.

MARK how many more people are going to die until you dance.”

Mark wasdancing, I was laughing and I said at him

“say your sorry”

Mark still crying “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“Say my name Mark and I’ll let you live, and if anyone gives him a clue you will all die”

I drop my jacket to reveal homemade bomb attached to my vest, more screams.

Outside the lunch room Claire was creeping up, she could hear the sirens in the distance and knew if she didn’t get Rachel to give up she wasn’t going to get out alive. She heard the screams and moved closer to the door, Peering in sees Mark naked on table and cowering students.

Back inside

“Mark tell everyone my name and I’ll let you live, get it wrong you die.” I look around as the sirens got louder “hmm almost home time. Any of you help this creep and you will all die. Some of you mathematic geniuses work out the right answer I’m sure.”

I crack him in the nuts with my gun “Mark I’m waiting what is my name.”

Mark cried and I jumped away as he pissed himself “oh that is eeewww so grosses, do you do that in the pool.”

I tapped another student on the shoulder “ok this is phone a friend time, Timmy, it is Timmy right”

The student nodded

“Good, we know each other, we often get detention together, so really out of everyone here you should know my name. Tell Mark my name.”

“Your name is Sarah” he said confidently

“wrong, you lose” bang the gun goes off and Timmy falls to the ground dead

“tch tch your friends are not much help. MARK WHAT IS MY NAME” the gun points at his head

STOP THIS RACHEL, please just stop” begged Claire as she bursts in

Mark drops to his knees and cries “It’s Rachel, I’m so sorry Rachel please”

I look at Claire “why can’t you ever do what I ask of you. I then turn to Mark

“You had help, so it doesn’t count” bang the bullet went right through his head, almost taking it off.

Claire turn away and screamed

I stood over Mark’s dead body and looked at the students, the bloody mess that littered the floor. I started to shake

“All I wanted was for someone to tell me my name, someone that knew I existed other than you Claire.” I cry

I stepped back and hit Claire and faced her “I’ve done a bad thing” I raise the gun to my head but Claire grabs it and pulls it free just as the police come in yelling different commands. Students were running out , screaming, I was dazed as I saw red dots covered my body from various gun sights.

NO DON’T SHOOT HER, she’s not armed” Claire yells and put my gun down “It’s over...” Claire faces me “its over” and goes to give me a hug but I was grabbed in different directions and slammed to the ground. I think it hurt I couldn’t remember. I do remember the cold feeling guns in my face and them ripping my vest off. I could hear in the distance Claire yelling at them not to hurt me, it wasn’t my fault.



I ate my chocolate biscuit and looked up at Claire. I hadn’t had her biscuits since high school, 14 years ago. I tried to wipe the crumbs from my face but my hands, feet were shackled down. Claire smiled and wiped my face, although it was against rules to touch prisoners.

Her eyes went sad so I changed the subject “so about the twins... Reagan and Donna, must be 7”

Claire laughed “they’re 8, yeh they love school, got lots of friends”

“popular girls, just like their Mum.”

“Rachel, I just” Claire jumped as she heard my shackles pull up suddenly.

I dropped my head so my finger could reach my lips “shhhhh happy thoughts Claire”

The guard walked in “times up.”

Tears started to gather in her eyes but I remained braved “Claire you need to go now”

I found two hands either side of my face and her lips take mine in a kiss, something I had not received from her in 14 years.

I blushed “well that’s just great, you going to leave me with wet panties... you are so mean Claire Stevens” I joked

Claire half laughed and went to leave


She faced me with her usual upside down smile “please, don’t be there... there is no need, just remember now.”

Claire finally smiles “ok Rach”

I walked down the corridor pegged between 3 guards. We walk slow, not cos we have time on our hands, it’s hard to walk in heavy shackles that only go the length of your stride. I get to the end of this corridor and faced with another door

“Rachel, its time to take the shackles off” said the male guard

I offer out my hands and he removes them and from my feet. “I'll pray for you tonight Rachel” said the guard with the shackles “you have been a model prisoner”

“thanks” I face the female officer who seemed genuinely sad “hey thanks for letting Claire bring those biscuits in for me. I hope you don’t get into trouble”

The woman smiled “It’s all good”

I face the door about to walk in “well time for this bad girl to get what she deserves.”

I was bought back around by the female office “Rachel, you’re not a bad person... you’re a good person who just did a really bad thing.” She squeezed my hands


I step through the door, the room was unusually cool and white as a hospital. I looked at the equipment on the wall. I step towards it but an officer already in position blocked me

“I was just looking... no like I’m going to get another chance” I joked

He didn’t budge “ like ever again” I continued

“Rachel over here please”

A guy in a white coated called me to the bed “you need to lie down here”

I climbed on the bed and looked at him “you took an oath doctor to do no harm, and yet here you are about to stick me with stuff that is going to kill me. Doesn’t that bother you.”

He looked at me “lie down Rachel”

I calmly did as I was told. I raised my head to the curtain drawn. “Do they have to see me like this?”

“It’s the victim’s families right to see this.”

“well we won’t want to disappoint.” I closed my eye and sat up quickly causing the guard to come over.

The doctor ordered him back “Rachel, it’s going to be ok. We talked about this remember”

“I know, it’s not going to hurt... I’m just going to go to sleep”


“deep sleep”

He nodded

“forever...ouch that hurt”

“sorry I was trying to find your vein. Ok we are good to go now lie down please”

I close my eyes and drop back down wondering what my last thoughts would be when the curtain started to pull back

“its show time” I breathed out and felt the reassuring pat of the doctor on my shoulder.

“you are going to be here, you will make sure”

“dead as a dodo Rachel, I will make sure, even if I have to strangle you myself”

“I love your bed side manner, its suits you grim reapers”

I couldn’t make any further comment when I saw the crowd in the gallery. I felt light headed, sick. I recognised Mark’s parents, some of the students although aged I recognised them all. They needed closure, we all did

I locked eyes with Claire, she was sitting far right corner with a calming smile. I thought to myself 'why can you never do anything I ask'

My eyes started stinging, my head was groggy. I was tired but my eyes stayed on Claire until...

Claire watched Rachel’s life disappear and her body still. The doctor nodded confirming she was indeed dead and the silent audience left.

The end

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