"Your wife wouldn't like this, would she?" I said, scared, as he got closer and closer. "And how would you know I had a wife? You a stalker?" He retorted, scornfully. He was laughing now and he stroked my cheeks. I tried to push his hands off of me but they just slid further down, onto my neck. "MR Riley, it's kind of obvious!" I kept on trying to get him off of me, but he pushed me against a table. "It's just what I use here at your school. Away from work, I'm single. I'd have thought you'd have worked it out by now. A young male teacher, at a school with girls? Can't have that now, can we? The staff all think I'm married, to Sarah Riley." He laughed, menacingly. I didn't know how to reply. "Now, don't start crying. I can make it all better." Mr Riley smiled at me, "Now, don't look so scared. It won't hurt, I promise Alex." I tried to call for help but he put his finger to my lips. "Alex, you asked for me to help you, when your parents left you. I let you move in with me, because no one else would. Now that you're 16, you're old enough to repay me. You've lived with me for 2 years, and you've never given me a penny in return, for the thousands of pounds I've spent on you! I'm being kind not making you pay it all back"
"You only took me in so you could do this! Show off to all your mates, about how you've got a 16 yeaar old girlfriend, who will do anything you ask her!" He was silent for a split second, then he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the cheek. My eye filled with tears. I hugged him. "I'm sorry Mr Riley. I do love you. You had hope in me when no one else did. You cared for me when no one else would. Of course I'll pay you back. Just not here, not now. I'm in school. We don't want anyone to catch us." I forced a smile. He stroked my hair, and then he kissed me. Oh how I loved it when he kisses me like that. I could feel his passion for me. Of course he didn't just take me in for sex. He loved me.
"Good girl. Right go to class then," He said when he seperated our lips,"I'll text you. Don't get caught." He snuck another kiss, before pushing me out into the empty corridor. I knew I was wrong to be scared of him. He cared about me. I cared about him. He loved me. I loved him. I walked into my lesson, 13 minutes after the bell had gone.
"AND WHY ARE YOU, ALEX, 13 AND A 1/2 MINUTES LATE TO MY LESSON?!" Mrs Dockiter screamed at me. I didn't care about religious studies, so I just shrugged, and slumped down into my seat.
After half an hour of staring into space, the fire alarm started ringing. "Quickly and quietly everyone, quickly and quietly." Miss said as if it was a chore, getting us all out of the building. All 978 pupils were lined up on playground, and I went over and joined my form. I couldn't see Mr Riley. I started to panic. I saw smoke in the PRC. He worked in the Pupil Referal Centre! He must be in there! I ran out of my line, and struggled as the teachers held me back.
"HE'S IN THERE! I NEED TO SAVE HIM!" I screamed.
Smoke filled the air. I struggled to breathe, so I tried to cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve. I saw him slumped down on a chair, and I ran towards him. He was barely concious. "Get away. Get out." He said weakly. But I crouched down by him and tried to pull him off of the chair, and towards the door. There was a blast of heat. Then a cloud of thick , red and orange flame, came down ontop of us from the classroom above. All I could feel was his hand on mine. Holding so tightly one minute, then feebly lying on it the next. The heat was so hot. That was the last thing I remembered.
His hand on mine, in the heat of the fire.
