t-teacher…” I whispered softly. He was only a few steps away from me, I didn’t know how I could run out. Add to that the red color of his eyes, my hair rose.
“Who. are. you. talking. with.” It’s an emphatic question as if I’m being accused of ‘leftism’ but that’s not what I’m thinking. If I was afraid before, I’m more afraid of him now.
“I-I have a right. He’s my brother,” I continued to excuse myself. it’s like he accelerated at a high speed to land in front of me.
“Are you trying to communicate with your brother using my phone?” he asked threateningly then grabbed my jaw firmly. I’m hurting! But what am I against? Of course, nothing! because he can control me and I’m a fool, obeying!
“N-no, teacher. Don’t hurt me” I begged him because it seemed like he would hurt me physically at any time. He let go of my jaw but suddenly he kicked me so I fell down.
help me please!
“You think, I’ll believe in you?! Huh!” he asked me angrily, he wasn’t satisfied yet and pulled my hair to stand me up. When crying, When shouting, And begging. What else can I do to convey to him that I am hurt by what he is doing to me? Is it possible that mom took me to do this? It’s bad!
“T-teacher… I-I’m hurting. T-it’s right” I begged again but he pushed me hard against the wall, my head hurt. Even my back. I can’t take it anymore, why do I have to be hurt like this? I don’t remember that I did anything wrong to him but why is this? Do i really deserve this?
“I know. It hurts so bad. But, this will be more enjoyable if your friends are gonna join us here. Am I right, sweetheart?” he asked me softly while caressing my cheek.
Please! not them! They don’t want to be affected by this, they will get angry with me and they will only blame me for why this is happening to them. And I don’t want that to happen! I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me, I’m fine if it’s just me.
“T-teacher, don’t! w-don’t s-they” I begged while continuing to cry. I wish, someone could hear me.
“What do you mean by ‘wag po sila’?” he asked and tried to pretend that he knew nothing. Playing innocently. And it pissed me off. Why does he like this?
I was about to answer his question but I stopped because someone knocked at the door.
“Get up and fix your self” he said and wiped the tears that were scattered on my face. Why sudden change, teacher? Is it because someone who’s knocking outside? I think so.
I fixed my tangled uniform and stood up properly, I also washed my face in the bathroom. Because when he hit me so hard, my lips bled, and my cheek still hurts because of what he did. This is how it really hurts to be stabbed, because I have never been stabbed by my brother or my mother. Just now really.
*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*
“Good morning, can I come in?” I heard a female voice ask, because I was still in the bathroom. I don’t want to go out. He might hurt me again—which I don’t want to happen.
“Hey, where have you been? You don’t even answer my phone calls.” I heard the woman say. I think he is talking to the teacher. After he left, he didn’t come in to teach.
“Sorry.”I have to finish some things” the teacher answered. Curiosity runs through my body. Who is he talking to? I know, curiosity kills the cat. So I can’t stop peeking at the top of the door. There is a mirror that served as a design on door, that’s blurry but based on what I saw. He was talking to a female teacher.
“Is that so?” when the woman speaks. I stayed inside the bathroom until I didn’t hear their voices anymore. It looks like it’s gone.
I waited for three minutes then planned to go out but before I could turn the doorknob, I heard a sound outside. so I peeked through the glass of the door but I couldn’t see them, until my eyes caught the back of the teacher who was standing on the wall near the bathroom with the female teacher who grew in my eyes.
They are both kissing!
I was so shocked that I dropped my hand on the doorknob which made a loud sound. Shit! Why so stupid of me?!
“Is there anyone else here?” asked the woman. So I held my mouth. I seem to know who the girl is, she’s our subject teacher in Science. I no longer wonder why he is here with Mr. Dan. She is more sexy and prettier than me, I think they have a secret relationship.
“Nothing. Let’s just continue this” I heard the teacher answer so I heard that sound again. My innocent ears! this is not appropriate! I’m just 18 years old for pete’s sake!
This is torture! I know the teacher knows I’m here. Is he trying to make me hear what they are doing? I hope he’s aware that I’m still a student and it’s not right for me to just let him hear the make out session of the two of them.
I don’t know how long I sat on the tiles while covering my ears so as not to hear the disgusting things they said while doing that. I really hope they finish because I still have school, and one more. I want to go out to the bathroom, because it’s cold.
*KNOCK! KNOCK!*
“Hey, Sweetheart. You can go outside” said the teacher weakly so I stood up and turned the doorknob and left the bathroom. I couldn’t even look at him directly, I wanted to yell and get angry at the teacher because they did that even though he knew I was inside his office. but i can’t do it. It’s like I have no tongue that can’t speak, even though I dare. I still can’t hide the fear I feel.
“I’m going in, teacher” I said goodbye. I was about to go out the door, which was no longer locked, but the teacher pulled me by the arm. Oh god! don’t tell me, he’s still not done hurting me?
“Teacher? I’m about to enter, let go of my arm.” until talking to him, I couldn’t look at him, because I was the one who was shy instead of him.
“Keep your mouth shut, okay? Let’s just keep it as a secret. understood?” he said so I withdrew my arm from him. Is he afraid that it will spread like wildfire?
“Don’t even try, sweetheart. Or you’ll face your punishment” he then let go of my arm. I’m sure, I won’t like it. Because I can feel my heart, it is beating so damn fast. like someone is chasing after me, and it scared the shit out of me.
I was gasping for breath when I got to the opposite of our room, the class had started but the only thing that was surprising was that it wasn’t Mr. Dane is inside but our Science teacher. Urgh! I still remember!
and another, Math is the next subject after breaktime, Mr. Dane should be here but why is he inside? Never mind. Even though I was annoyed, I entered without telling the reason why I was late, maybe I could tell the real reason and embarrass him.
“Hey, where are you from? You said you’ll be next?” Michaela asked in a whisper. I shook my head and sat beside her. Sooner or later, she will know about what is happening to me. But first, I need to make a plan on how I can go out of this school after all of my classes. I need to go home. my mother has the rights to know about what the hell is on earth—-i mean, what happened to me. And second, I think my brother is involved here. How the hell did he know the number of that f’cking vampire? Something is not right here. I can smell some lies.
“Ms. Sylvester, why are you late?” our teacher asked me and I want to answer her like ‘Why don’t you ask your self? Its all your fault!’ but she will keep asking me of what am i talking about. And I want to slap her because of me being late, its just 4 minutes and she even counted it.
“I got lost, I’m sorry.” after that, i secretly rolled my eyes at her. I’m just after her. And I know, she is late too.
“Is that a secret now?” Michaela asked sarcastically so I looked at her. Is she mad?
“We’re best friends and best friends don’t keep a secret from each other, you know? But look at you. You’re being secretive. I don’t like it.” Michaela whispered to me annoyed. I know, I should tell him but I don’t want him to feel sorry. I’m afraid
“You won’t understand it. but I’ll tell it to you” I said and it was more like a promise.
“Uh, you and Samantha are the same. It’s a secret.” There was a hint of sullenness in his voice but I paid more attention to what Michaela said.
“What do you mean?” I asked and then she placed her face on my ear. I don’t feel good about what she is going to say.
“Hmm, when Samantha and I are at the cafeteria earlier. She is on a phone call, and I heard her say ‘boss’. I don’t think, Samantha is working. She’s lazy. You know?” she explained and I faked a laugh.
What’s with you, Samantha?
to be continued…