Living With My History Teacher

chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 

School was finally over and I made my way home. The thought of going home was never a happy one but it had to be done. As I neared the driveway the first thing I noticed was that his car wasn't in the driveway which meant I had a few minutes to myself. I made some food for him, kept it on the table and went up to my room to study.

I heard the front door open and close rousing me from my sleep. He was back and I cannot believe I fell asleep. I heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, but he didn't come into my room. I heard his footsteps continue down the hallway as I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I guess he's not going to bother me tonight but I was dead wrong.

My bedroom door slammed open to reveal a man 6"4 standing at my door. He swayed a bit and almost fell but was able to hold on to the door frame letting me know he was drunk. It was none other than my dad.

I held on to the headboard of my bed hoping more like praying I would disappear, but we all know not all prayers are answered.

He came over to the bed dragging me by my hair and throwing me to the floor. I was still so sore so I couldn't fight back. Not as if I could anyway either healthy or weak like I currently was. He pulled me up from the floor and pinned me to the wall. 

"Where were you after school?" he screamed in my face. His breath reeked of alcohol and it was disgusting. He was obviously out drinking with friends but I'm glad he came back alone, cause when he's like this he brings them home. They either beat me up together or just watch him do so.

He threw me on the floor and started kicking me. "You're just like your mother you whore," he yelled as he continued to send his foot to different parts of my body. It hurt so much and all I could do was scream, but after a while I went numb. He soon got tired and walked out of my room.

I lay on the floor for a while as tears ran down my face until I was finally able to pick myself up and go to the bathroom where I observed myself in the mirror. There was a red hand print on my face; bluish purple bruises on different parts of my body; I was bleeding and my body ached all over. After years of abuse I've learnt how to take care of myself. I cleaned myself up and tried to get some sleep, but I couldn't, so many memories ran through my head.

It all started when my mum walked out on us five years ago. He was right, she was a whore. She slept around with different guys, she would come home really late and they would argue all night. One day she finally decided to leave. After she left my dad got deeper into his vodka bottle and one day he came home and hit me. At first I thought it was the alcohol but he continued and never paid attention to me. It gave him a sick kind of joy when he saw me all beaten and battered.

I hate her so much.

I hate her for walking out on us.

I hate her for sleeping around.

I hate her for making dad this way.

I hate her so much and I will never forgive her. 

I went to bed dreaming about a perfect family in a perfect world but that was replaced by dreams of a good looking guy which for some reason was my new history teacher.  

The next morning I had to practically drag myself out of bed. My body felt so sore. I made sure to cover up the bruises on my face. I got to school and met with Ashen at the school's backyard as usual, but he noticed me limping and went on a rant again.

Classes went by in a blur and soon it was time for lunch. I met up with Ashen but then I realized that I forgot my purse and I had to go back to my locker to get it.

The hallways were empty as I made my way to my locker and got my purse. On my way back I tripped over air and fell. I tried to ignore the pain I felt all over my body as I picked up my things. Things are just never in my favor. As I reached for my purse on the floor, a pair of vans came into my line of vision and someone picked up my purse before I could. I groaned internally and I looked up to find Mr Knight holding my purse.

"Is this yours?" he asked smirking down at me. That same annoying smirk that always seemed plastered to his face. "Yes can I please have it back," I pleaded hoping he would give it back without delay. I really needed to get back to Ashen.

"No" he said calmly with the same smirk on his face and a mischevious glint in his eyes. "And why not?" I snapped angrily. I knew I was being rude to a teacher but he was keeping me away from my lunch and I knew Ashen was getting worried.

I watched as the smirk on his face disappeared all of a sudden and it turned to worry as he stared intently at something. "What is that?" he asked pointing at my shoulder which was exposed allowing him to see the bruise there. I covered it up immediately, snatched my purse while he was distracted and began walking away.

He pulled my arm and turned me to face him, his green orbs stared at my shoulder intently as he traced the bruise there but something weird happened. I felt tingles down my spine. My teacher was touching me and tingles were going down my spine. Weird. "What happened?" he asked but I didn't answer. I pulled away and hurriedly went back to the cafeteria.

"What took you so long?" Ashen asked as soon as I sat down next to him. I simply shrugged my shoulders in response. He looked at me weirdly but ignored it. We talked till the end of lunch and went our separate ways.

Then I remembered something. I have gym next and my excuse of being of ill is getting old. I have to come up with something else. 

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