Merciless ( SAMPLE)

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I took my textbook from the locker and was just about to close it when my eyes caught something. Reflection of the bruise on my wrist in the mirror mounted on the locker door. I shudder at the memory that flooded my consciousness.

Every time I try to forget the incident with Leo that happened a week ago. There is always some nagging thought plaguing me, constantly reminds me of it.

I had not yet told Sofia about the incident. I had no clue how to break the news to her. What am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to say, Sofia, your brother molested me? Even if I somehow gathered the courage to tell her, the real question is, will she believe me? After all, Leo is her bother and I'm just a friend who she met a few months ago.

So I avoided her this week. She tried to talk to me but each time I made some flimsy excuse and ran away. I knew she didn't deserve it, but I couldn't think logically after what happened. I just needed some time for myself.

The same thing reoccurred for three or four days. She would make an attempt to have a conversation with me and I avoided her, but then she suddenly stopped attending college. First, I didn't think it was a big deal. It was normal for her to skip classes, but after three days and I had absolutely no contact with her, I knew something was off, especially when she didn't try to reach out to me.

I called her several times but could not reach her. Each time the line went straight to her voicemail. I wanted to visit her, but the fear of running into Leo overshadowed my anxiety for her. Yes, I'm ashamed, but I can't help it. Part of me knew she was fine, at least physically she was, or else I would have heard something by now.

I was totally engrossed in my thoughts until a hand touched mine, snapping me out of the daze back to reality. Slightly annoyed, I looked at the intruder to find Oliver standing in front of me with a worried expression.

What is he doing here?

"Yes?" I asked and raised my eyebrows in an interrogating manner.

"Are you okay?" His voice was barely audible.

"Yes," I said with a forced smile.

Judging by his furrowed brows, he didn't look convinced, but he didn't push the matter either and I was grateful for that.

"Do you need anything?" I asked again, wanting to get over whatever he came for.

"Mr. Smith is calling you,"

My brows curled once again. Why is Mr. Smith calling me?

I nodded my head wordlessly before sending another smile to Oliver, who this time returned it enthusiastically.

"I'll see you later," I said.

"Okay," he let out a softly.

I walked away, leaving Oliver. The walk to Mr. Smith wasn't that long. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Immediately, I was greeted by a distant "enter" from the other side of the door. Pushing the door inward, I entered and stood in the middle of the room.

He shifted his focus from the paper in his hand and looked at me. Clapping his right hand over his lips, he stared at me, as if trying to understand something or reasoning about something. I felt awkward under his calculating gaze. Actually, awkward is an understatement to describe what I am feeling right now.

Why is he looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?

Mr. Smith was known for his tenacious and ruthless nature. I hope I am not in trouble. I already have too much on my plate to tackle another problem. I pulled a tuft of hair behind my ears that was falling out in front of my face in an attempt to distract myself.

"Sir, you called me?" I finally asked, breaking the eerie silence of the room.

"Is something troubling you?" He inquired out of the blue.

His words nonplused me. I wasn't expecting those words from him. On the other hand, I couldn't help but think how obvious it was that even a staunch man like Mr. Smith saw that I was not in my right mind these days.

"Pardon," Although I heard him clearly, I couldn't help but ask.

He leaned back, making himself comfortable. "You have some problem going on in your life?"

"No sir" I lied.

Nodding his head, he grabbed the sheet of paper he was working on before I entered the room, and stretched it toward me. I glanced down at the paper before returning to Mr. Smith. He nodded again, urging me to take it.

Reluctantly, I approach him until I'm at arm's length from the desk before grabbing the paper. What I saw in the paper wasn't something I expected. It was my test paper from yesterday, and to say that the grade was terrible would be an understatement. I barely got through.

"Then what is the reason behind such a low grade?"

Disappointment aroused in his tone, making me almost cry, but I restrained myself. This is not the place to cry. I can cry with all my desire as soon as I get home..

"I-I" I tried to say something but I stuttered like an idiot because I had no excuse.

"Tell me Grace... Do you think your pretty face is gonna get you through?" His tone took a hard note.

I have never felt so offended. Yes, I knew I was beautiful. I'm not going to act like I don't find myself beautiful, but I've never for a second in my life thought it an advantage to get what I want in life. I firmly believe that hard work pays off.

"No, I don't think that," Despite trying to stay strong, my voice became shaky.

I heard Mr. Smith exhaled for a long time before the sound of the chair thrust reached my ears. My head was still hanging over the humiliation and a bit of self-hatred. How did I allow a man to influence my life so much?

The sound of Mr. Smith's footsteps got closer and closer, before his shiny brown leather shoes came into my view and stopped very close to me. Next thing I knew was a hand grabbed my chin tilted my face upward so that I was staring at Mr. Smith honey brown orbs.

"You are a scholar student, and if you continue with this, I do not think you will continue to remain so."

My heart beats like a jackhammer against my chest. No, I can't lose this scholarship, my life depends on it. I spent so many sleepless nights trying to get this scholarship. All my self-restraint was in vain as tears gathered up in my eyes.

God, this is so embarrassing...

Mr. Smith smoothly pulled the chair and sputtered a pressure on my shoulders me dropped on the chair. He picked up the half-filled bottle and empty glass and poured water before handing it to me. I took the glass away.

"Thank you,"

I gulp down the liquid in on go and quench my thirst. Honestly, I hadn't even realized I was this thirsty.

"You want more?" He offered.

"No sir," I politely declined, placing the empty glass on the desk.

I have to admit that drinking water really helped. I felt better than a few minutes ago.

"I'm sorry s-sir, I-I will make sure it never happens again" I said, meaning each and every word. I am not gonna let any man have any impact on my life.

"I can help you with your grades." Taking extra classes seems like a great idea, and who knows, he might teach me for free.

"Really?"

"Absolutely," he replied quickly with a gleam in his eye. His hand rested on both my shoulders.

"Do not worry that you will do well in the next test," he added, massaging them lightly, making me slightly uncomfortable. I did not like that his hands were caressing my skin, but I did not want to rush to conclusions.

"Thank you," I said, flashing him a smile.

"You will take care of my needs and I will take care of you and you will no longer have to worry about grades," he said, confirming my suspicion of his intent.

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Title: Merciless
Author name: Darkstory131