Two uploads in two days, what is this madness?!?!?! Ahahha, anywayyyy not sure how I feel about this chapter, I feel like it could be a lot better, but I also like how things work out, so I'll let you be the judges. Any comments would be highly appriciated *wink wink* and I'll reply to them all, so without further ado:: (p.s, I haven't checked this, and its nearly 1am here, and i'm shattered, so I apoligize for any mistakes)
Chapter 9
Maddy's POV
My eyes were groggy and sore when I woke up, still dazed and confused. I stretched my whole body, pressing closer to the warmth I felt. A smile slipped onto my lips as I snuggled closer. It took a few seconds before I realised that beds don't emit heat, and also that mattresses are usually softer than the firm surface I was leaning against. As things became clearer the throbbing pain started to seep in all over my body, causing tears in my eyes as I recalled the cause of this pain.
Arms tightened around me gently, a manly voice shushing me. My whole body tensed. The man, the man who raped me, was he back? He has hold of me. I cant let him do this to me again. I swung out my fists and legs, desperate to cause him a fraction of the pain I felt, screaming and thrashing I tried my best to escape. My efforts were useless though, as his arms might as well have been a steel cage. Once again I gave up. My whole body slumped, leaving me a whimpering mess.
"Please. Please don't hurt me. I'm begging you, let me go. Please." I managed to choke out between cries.
"Maddy. Maddy, it's just me. It's Mr Casey. Oh god. Maddy, please, listen to my voice. It's just me." I opened my eyes in confusion, and when they adjusted I saw Mr Casey staring at me, worry evident across his face.
"W-What am I doing here?" I whispered, pushing myself away from his inviting body and standing up, slightly wobbling on my feet.
His eyes scanned my body, a pained expression taking over. He stood up and brushed a piece of hair out of my face and gingerly touching what was now probably a huge bruise on my cheek.
"What happened to you?" He asked, gritting his teeth, as if he didn't want to know the answer. I bit my tongue, and just shook my head, repeating my earlier question to avoid answering.
"What am I doing here Mr Casey? How did I get here?" He sighed and ran a hand through his gorgeous hair.
"You called last night crying, you said you needed me so I went outside and got you, when we got inside you pretty much passed out." My cheeks flamed and I lowered my head to the floor in embarrassment. How could I do that? Burden myself on him. I truly am pathetic. And now he'll pity me. Great.
"Thank you, b-but I have to go." I turned and headed for the door, but he stopped me before I got far.
"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on." He said with determination.
"I'm truly sorry for burdening you last night, it was completely inappropriate of me, but I do have to go." Pushing my glasses on properly I went to the door, not before being turned around though, a large hand enclosed over my wrist. My whole body tensed, memories of being grabbed by that man.
"No, stop running away! I want to help you so just tell me, god dammit Maddy! Tell me who the fuck is doing this to you!" He shouted. I flinched at every word and when he raised his hand to push back his hair I ducked slightly, closing my eyes awaiting the pain of a hit. When it didn't come I slowly but cautiously opened my eyes to see him staring at me sadly.
"I'll never hurt you, just please tell me."
"I can't." I whispered. "I'm so sorry. If I did, I'd be gone out of town before you would realise what was happening. I understand that its your job to look out for students, and that you probably pity me, but just save your time and don't bother caring. No one else does."
"I don't care about you because you're my student." He muttered, not meeting my eyes.
"Don't lie to me! What other reason is there huh? Why?! Why do you care?!!" I shouted, getting more and more frustrated and upset by the second. We were face to face now, and he looked equally as angry.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
It was like everything was frozen. Neither one of use dared to even breath, afraid that the slightest sound would shatter everything into tiny pieces. He looked away from me, and I noticed the slightest tinge of pink take over his cheeks. My heart melted right then. I couldn't help myself leaning in and gently kissing his lips, only for a brief second. Pulling back though, the reality of the situation began to settle in.
*Mr Casey's POV*
STUPID. FUCKING STUPID IDIOTIC MAN. I can't believe I just said that. You don't just blurt out something like that in the middle of the argument. To a girl who is battered and bruised, and terrified. And whose also you student. How could I?
Staring at her shocked face I realised I probably just ruined any possible chance I ever had. She could go to the school. I could get fired. She's probably thinking how sick I am right now. I couldn't even look her in the eyes.
But when I felt her lips touch mine, only briefly, all of those thoughts were non existent. She kissed me. I told her that I love her and she kissed me. Does that mean that she loves me back? I could feel the grin taking over my face, but stopped when her expression turned to fear, and disgust. She started shaking her head, a tear leaking down her face.
"No, no no no. You can't love me. No one could possibly love me. Look at me! How could anyone like you ever be remotely attracted to me. I don't know what game your playing Mr Casey, but I can't handle anything else. I'm not stupid. I've seen myself in the mirror okay?! And even if you could see past my disgusting looks I'm.. broken. It's impossible." Her voice broke by the end. My fists clenched in anger. Whoever did this to her, made her feel this way, I swear to god I'd kill him.
Putting my arm around her waist I guided her into my bedroom and over to the body length mirror, standing behind her.
"Firstly, you're anything BUT disgusting. You have gorgeous long legs that any girl would kill for, and most guys would lose the ability to speak when seeing them." I told her, tracing my hand up her thigh, earning a shiver.
"Your body is thin, too thin, and bruised. But if you had someone to care for you properly, you'd have a better body than all of the celebrities." My hands were now on her stomach, keeping her body close to mine.
"Your lips, god your lips. They're so inviting and always the perfect shade of pink, I want to kiss you every time I set eyes on you." I leaned around and kissed the corner of her lips gently.
"Your eyes.." I carefully took her glasses off and placed them on my bedside table. "They're so unique, blue around the edge, but fading into green towards the center."
"And then your hair, so soft and shiny I have the urge to run my hands through it, and knot my fingers in it whilst I kiss you so hard you forget your own name." I smiled slightly when I heard her giggle. "I know that this will sound like the cheesiest line out of a 90's teen romance film, but there are so many perfect things about you I can't even pick my favourite."
Turning her around so she was facing me I wrapped my arms around her and looked into her eyes.
"I really want to kiss you right now, but I don't want to scare you." She smiled up at me sadly.
"I know I probably don't look like it, but I'm not as fragile as you'd think." Pressing her forehead against mine she laced her fingers in my hair. "Kiss me, you cheesy adorable man." When she bit her lip and giggled it was enough to send me over the edge. Our lips instantly started moving in sync, and I had to restrain myself from pushing her too far. It was her though that asked for entrance into my mouth. It was also her who pushed us onto the bed so that we were lying face to face, the kiss slowing down now. I pulled away and smiled at her.
"Mr Casey, this shouldn't be happening."
"I know, I'm your teacher. I just don't think I can help myself." I kissed her collar bone, and travelled my lips up her neck.
"Not just that, what about your wife?" I tensed and pulled away to see guilt consume her face. "I can't be one of 'those' girls. I can't be a slut."
"You're not a slut. I'm sorry for being the one who makes you think that." She shook her head and murmured something, but I obviously wasn't meant to hear so I let it drop.
"In high school, there was this girl. Everyone looked at her when she walked down the corridors. All of the girls envied her, she was stunning. I was fairly popular, so when we started dating it was kind of expected. I fell head over heels in love with her, or what I thought was love back then. We had the typical high school relationship, that followed on through college. I proposed to her just before we started college, and she said yes. It was all good until I realised she was only with me for appearances. I haven't seen her since Christmas. We go to family get-togethers to act like the happy couple. But in reality she cheats on me with a different man every week, and everyone knows it. I was always making up excuses, so I didn't end up a divorced lonely man. But since I met you I've stopped caring. What I though was love before was just a result of teenage lust that turned into something more serious. I don't care about her. And she definitely doesn't care about me. The only thing that proves we're a married couple is that damn piece of paper, which I'd rip up right now if I could."
I took a deep breath, feeling like a weight had been lifted.
*Maddy's POV*
I touched his face, sadness consuming me.
"You went through that all by yourself, you must have been so.. lonely." I stated, my feelings growing for the man by the second.
"Maddy, I've opened up to you. Please don't run away from me, but I need to know, who is hurting you?"
My heart dropped, he's just been completely honest with me, and I can't even return the favour.
"I cant tell you. If I told you, and you told someone else, I'd be taken away. Taken to another city, another state. I'd be taken away from you and right now I don't think I can handle that."
"You need to trust me, I'll protect you."
It was right on my tongue. I could tell him everything. I could look for someone to save me. I could do this. Just tell him. Could I?