Page 11 of Hateful Lies


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Chapter 5

Astrid

This is fucked. How would anyone know if I was here at Stonehaven or not? Who would know if I was living in the apartment or not? Mom is heading to rehab. I’m probably still enrolled in my old school. Fuck this overentitled bullshit factory. My bike is the only one chained to the rack, and it’s also in the worst condition, but it will get me home.

“Astrid Bowen?” A woman stands in the path with her hand extended out. Her smile is frozen but trustworthy. She’s not waiting her turn to humiliate me.

“Astrid,” she repeats my name. “I’m Dr. Marianne Rawlins, the head administrator of Stonehaven.”

What is this shit? Can anyone say their name without mentioning where they’re from?

“Yes, I am Astrid Bowen of Weymouth.”

She lifts a brow but skips over my comment. “How are you settling in?”

I swallow hard, cursing my timing. “Okay, so listen, I forgot some stuff at home, so I’m going to come back tomorrow.”

She screws her face up. “Oh no. We can’t allow that, not without parental permission. And the school has a 10 p.m. curfew until 6 a.m. You have to stay on campus overnight.”

“Says who?” I glare.

“Says your father who signed your paperwork as your guardian,” she replies frostily.

I swallow hard. How can I ask her his name? How can I say I don’t know who he is? I can’t. Dr. Rawlins places a hand on my shoulder as if to reassure me or keep me from bolting. I wonder if I can get a refund on the tuition and then take off.

“The school can send a car to your home to pick up your things.”

“No.” I squeal like I need grease. “I’ll call an Uber.”

She nods. “When you return, come to my office, and I’ll walk you over to your dorm.”

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