AN: Thank you to all those who reviewed and read my story. This chapter has some hints of rape, a warning to those who do not wish to read that kind of thing. Anyway, let me know if I should continue with my story. Thanks again!
"Miss. McDonald, can I see you for a minute?" Mr. Durling called out loudly as the bell rang. Students began quickly filing out of the classroom. Casey hung by the door as student after student walked right by her, all unaware of the sudden change in Casey's mood.
"Catch you tomorrow, Mr. D," She heard one of the students call out before heading out the door.
"Later Mr. Durling," she heard someone else shout back.
Casey enviously wished she were walking out with them; however, that was not the case. "I'll catch you later Case," Emily said, giving her a sad smile as she turned her back and headed out the door just like everyone else. Casey's head hung low, she was ashamed, but not for the reasons one would think.
Once everyone had left the room, "Come on over here. Shut the door first, would you?" he asked.
Casey closed the door and silently crept her way over to the teacher's desk.
"We didn't get to finish what we started yesterday, Princess" he whispered into her ear. Casey hated that nickname. He was the only one who called her that. "What do you say we recreate the moment?" he tried to sooth her into a more relaxing mood.
Casey felt the familiar shiver up her spine as his cold rough hands began their familiar roam over her warm smooth body. His mouth soon found its way to her neck, his rough sticky tongue gliding over her silky smooth skin. She let out a gasp.
Casey wondered how she had gotten herself into this situation. Sure, she knew you were suppose to tell another authoritive adult what was going on, but when you get threatened, you get scared. That's exactly what Casey was, scared.
Mr. Durling knew George through his brother. So who would believe her if she told someone what was going on? After all, like Mr. Durling pointed out, he's known George a lot longer than George has known Casey. It would be his word against hers. The word of a dedicated teacher with tenure, the cool teacher who everyone liked, against a hormonal teenage girl. There was no she was going to start something. She didn't exactly want people to know what was happening to her. She did want someone to find out, but she didn't want the whole school and everyone in town to find out. It was embarrassing. Casey knew she shouldn't feel embarrassed…but she couldn't help it.
"Oh, Casey," he groaned, bringing her beck to reality. Casey was usually able to go somewhere else in her mind when these little 'activities' occurred. A warm tear made its way down her cheek and slowly onto her chin. "Princess!" he cried. Casey hadn't been aware that she was crying. She wasn't sure when she even started. She felt the cool air on her chest. Her tears were warm upon her face. Her shirt was unbuttoned and pulled down to her arms, limiting her arm movement. Her bra remained clasped; however it was pulled down, much like her shirt.
Mr. Durling was sucking on her already hardened nipples. "No," Casey whispered, in a barely audible voice.
The only sound that could be heard was Mr. Durling hungrily sucking away at her breast. She felt the bulge in his pants rub up against her leg. "No," she moaned, a little louder than she meant too.
Then, in a surge of emotion, Mr. Durling unexpectedly bit down harder than he meant too. "No!" Casey yelled out load.
Mr. Durling, being awoken from his reverie, smacked her across the face, "Shit!" he cursed, fumingly. Casey quickly began the process of adjusting her bra and buttoning up her shirt.
"Is everything okay in here?" Principle Wysont asked barging into the English classroom upon hearing two screams.
"Yes Sir," Mr. Durling replied. "I was just helping Miss McDonald here go over her lines for a play she's auditioning for."
The principle stood there for a moment, looking back and forth between Mr. Durling and Miss. McDonald. He debated on whether or not to believe his teacher, "Is that true Miss. McDonald?" he asked, leaning over the desk to see her, question her.
Casey, who was now fully dressed and dry faced, could only look at the principle and nodded in agreement. She could feel the spot where Mr. Durling had just smacked her on her cheek; it was cut and was going to bruise. It hurt like hell, but at the moment you couldn't tell that the violent activity had just occurred. Casey honestly didn't trust her self to speak at the moment.
"Sorry to cut rehearsal short today Mr. Durling, but I have to run," Casey heard herself unsteadily reply as she quickly crossed the classroom on wobbly legs, grabbing her bag and rushing past Principal Wysont and out into the hallway. She didn't know where that had come from, she just continued on down the hallway.
Casey quickly headed for the first exit door she could find down the barely empty hallway.
Once outside, Casey desperately tried to get her breathing under control. Calm deep breaths were all she needed, calm deep breaths…and a cigarette. She started rummaging around in her purse and was able to produce a pack of cigarettes only a moment later. Casey was more easily able to find her lighter throughout the crap assembled in her purse than she was at finding the cigarettes.
She pulled a cigarette out of the pack and placed it between her lips. She grabbed the lighter and after a few short clicks and an intake of breath, Casey closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall of the school and exhaled out a long smoke filled breath of air.
There was no way she could go back into school today, she though. So, where do most girls go to kill a little time? The mall. More importantly, Casey pulled out her compact; she would be able to cover most of the bruise that would soon be on her face, allowing her to get to her room, which was enough for the moment.