My Savior Was My English Teacher

Chapter 8

A/N: Alright you guys, here is Chapter 8. I’m not sure how far this is going to go, and I don’t have any plans to stop the story any time soon. Thanks for those that stayed with the story despite the fact I tend to have rather long and annoying hiatus’s. This is for you guys!

There is a TW for some people. Rape is mentioned only once and there is only one detail about it. 

*Devon’s POV*

I wasn’t sure what it was that pulled me from the dark abyss. Maybe it was the feel of the wet towel at my back, or the soothing feel of medication being gently applied to the wounds. Or it could have been the feel of bandages pressing against the open sores. Regardless of what it was, I was now awake and the pain in my back was very real. The pain in my face was more like a dull throbbing, and much couldn’t be done to the bruises that were sure to bloom across my features.

Blinking slowly, I looked to my left where there seemed to be a dip in my bed. /Wait. Wasn’t I just on the floor?/ It was rather confusing until I saw Jason’s concerned face. “Devon… goodness, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone in this house. How do you feel?” His words were soft; almost like he was afraid speaking would harm me even more.

There was no response that was spoken that would sum up how I felt. Betrayed. Lied to. Hurt. None of those were good enough. Jason had promised not to let my father hurt me, but it was I who told him it would be fine. There was no way I could blame this on him.

“I’ll gather whatever else you need, and we can leave. I highly doubt he is going to be waking up any time soon. I hit him pretty hard.” He cast a deadly glare to the unconscious body on the floor and then returned his gaze to my undoubtedly dull eyes. Pushing back a strand of hair from my eyes, Jason waited in front of me for my command.

A moment passed before I was sure that my voice wouldn’t betray exactly how I felt. “My laptop... and school books. Maybe some pictures from the walls…” It felt like talking had taken a lot out of me, but the real effort was not bursting into tears.  I laid my head back down on my pillow and sighed as I closed my eyes. “Also, we’ll have to bring my pillow.” I muttered before attempting to lull myself into a sleep.

After some time had passed, I felt a soft touch against my shoulder.”Come on, Devon. Let’s get you out of here.” Jason’s voice was gentle again, and I couldn’t help but offer a small smile to him for helping me so much. He didn’t have to go out of his way to bring me into his home. He could have simply reported it and left the state to deal with it which would have probably taken time out of my education.

The thoughts left my mind as he helped me sit up. “Can you walk?” Jason asked as he pushed my bag up his shoulder. It was obvious he wasn’t going to let me do much. “Oh… you may want a shirt. Here… Take my sweater. It’s a bit baggy, so it shouldn’t press much against your wounds.” Taking the bag off his shoulder, he shrugged his sweater up off his chest and handed it to me.

I nodded in thanks and after some difficulty and help, managed to get it sitting comfortably on my body. Watching him pull the bag back up his shoulder, I couldn’t help but let my lips tilt up in a sort of smile. “Alright. Let’s get you back to my place. I’ll deal with him later.” He looked down at the body laying on the floor before ushering me out of my bedroom door and down to the living room.

“Is there anything else you need to get?” Jason asked.

“My medicine… it’s for my blood sugar… It’s in a locked cabinet above the refrigerator.” I looked down at my hands. My father had used my blood sugar against me to keep me in check. If I misbehaved, he would keep it from me until I would go into shock and save me.