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~ 6:10 PM ~
"Listen here, you!" I barked as I pointed an accusatory finger at him. "If you think I'm going to listen to you, then you're wrong!" I screamed in livid anger. "How DARE you insult me in front of my classmates?!" My face turned red with fury as I almost burst from the pent-up rage.
Lost in my little angry rant, I never noticed how he very, very slowly walked towards me in a scarily calm manner.
I continued screaming while forming my hands into fists. "Go to hell, Shields! I hope you rot-"
I was cut off when he suddenly grabbed my wrists. I let out a sharp cry when he slammed me hard against the door of his office. A bolt of pain ran through my spine at the sudden hit. In a swift manner, he kicked the door shut with his foot before pinning my wrists tightly against the sides of my head.
My heart toppled upon itself when I found myself staring closely at a pair of molten chocolate brown orbs. My breathing came out in short, quick gasps as I stood there dumbfounded. His calm gaze turned into a smirk that made my stomach churn and toes curl inwards. He leaned in closer as he looked at me as if he could see right through my soul. I held my breath when his chest brushed against mine.
"I'm sorry, you were saying something?" he whispered tauntingly against the shell of my ear, making my mouth go instantly dry. I gulped as I suddenly started to remember the feel of his arms around me that night.
I started to hyperventilate at our proximity. His smirk taunted me as he looked down on me smugly. "W-What a-a-are you d-doing?!" I squeaked, somehow managing to finish the goddamn sentence.
His eyes danced with amusement. "I couldn't hear you earlier...so please. Finish what you were saying," he teased.
I glared at his audacity as my eyes glowed fierily. "L-Let me go, Shields!" I snapped while struggling in his vice grip. Damn, he was strong! But the good thing was I didn't stutter like a fool this time! Yay me!
...Sort of.
He simply eyed with me like I was some sort of clown. I wanted to slap the arrogance right off of him but he was just too strong! Damn his stupid strength! Those muscles though...I mentally slapped myself. Hello, this is a fight here!
"I swear I'll scream if you don't let go of me now!" I threatened him while shooting a dark glare.
He chuckled before opening his lips once more. He leaned closer to me and stopped just below my ear. His lips were just a brush away from my skin, not really touching, but it was enough to send a part of me to this divine ecstasy that I couldn't explain. Yeah, not the part I was proud of having but still...
"You mean the way you screamed my name that night?" he whispered in my ear while his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. My voice died in my throat as I silently gasped while my eyes widened with surprise. So, he did remember. I mean, I always knew he remembered but I didn't really think he'd bring that up. I bit my lip because that comment hit a nerve.
I turned my head the other way in shame. My eyes started to glisten but this time it was out of fright. The mere thought that he saw me without any clothes on was enough for me to be afraid of him. I started to hyperventilate a little. God, I was gonna have a panic attack if I didn't go away from here.
He chuckled once more before pulling his head back from my shoulder. He arched his head slightly towards the way I turned and smirked. "You know...you look really different from the photos I took of you..." he said with a teasing smile.
My eyes widened to the size of saucers before my head snapped to face him. "P-Photos?! What photos?!" I squeaked automatically as a chilled shiver ran down my spine.
He sighed dramatically. If I wasn't close to crying, I'd be kicking the one place no man wanted a woman to kick. "Hmm...let's see...oh, you know," he started airily like it was no big deal. I could tell he was really enjoying himself. "Men like certain photos of women, sweetheart," he whispered while allowing his cool breath to fan over my face. "Guess you were too drunk to notice."
I gaped at him in fear. Tears clouded my eyes instantly because I was scared. By 'certain' photos, I was sure that he meant...
He took pictures of me when I was...naked. He took pictures of us. I sniffled. What if he recorded me too? What if he recorded us while we...
A few tears threatened to slip past my eyes as I stared at the sick bastard. "Y-You...!" I stuttered. He simply smirked and stepped back suddenly. He freed my wrists and allowed me to breathe finally after a whole eternity. He coolly placed his hands into his pockets before strolling back over to his desk.
"Let that be a warning. Disrupt my class once again and you'll find yourself sitting in more detentions like these," he said nonchalantly while leaning against his desk. He crossed his arms and crossed over his ankles one over the other stylishly. I blinked rapidly, still shell-shocked.
"Please give me the photos," I asked him teary-eyed while begging him silently.
He smirked before coming over to me. He leaned towards me once more. "Not yet, sweetheart. Actually...how about never? They're for me to keep," he smiled. "Now be a good girl in class and maybe...just maybe I'll think about it."
Class!? Is this guy for real?! I'm never stepping foot in his stupid class again! There's no way I'll be able to look at him with anything other than fear.
He stepped back coolly and walked over to the chair behind his desk. He sat in it before drawing in closer to the table. Picking up his pen, he started to write something in some document that I could care less about.
He suddenly stopped writing and looked up at me. "By the way...you should've kept the course change form," he smirked.
I hollowly stared at him. Tears clouded my eyes again but I wiped them away with the back of my sleeves before he can see them. I wasn't going to allow him to see me cry. I can't believe this. I was being blackmailed. Heh. I can't believe I'm being blackmailed. I sniffled at the new turn of events. In fact, he already has a full porn video with me as the star heroine, so why did this matter?
"Stella," I heard a hard and steely voice.
I looked up shakily because I was scared of what other tricks he might have up his sleeve. Tears swirled mercilessly in my eyes as my cheeks burned red with humiliation. He sat in his chair with that smug air of confidence once more.
"You're dismissed. You can leave," he said while returning back to his own work.
For a second, I actually had this tiniest ray of hope that he was going to at least consider giving me those photos. But he squashed that little bubble of hope mercilessly under his feet like it was no big deal at all. I picked my bag up and wiped the streaming, endless tears with my sleeves. I started to leave because this room started to suffocate me.
I opened the door and started to step outside when I heard my name once again. I turned around once more but didn't meet his gaze. I simply stared at the floor brokenly. It was only the second day and this year had already turned out to be a nightmare.
He rolled his eyes. "That night didn't mean anything. You were just a girl that I used for my own satisfaction. Nothing else. To put it bluntly, you were just a toy that I used to satisfy my needs."
As if trying to prove his point, I watched him take a piece of paper. With a cruel smirk, he crumpled it tightly into a fist and threw it in the trash can.
For some reason, that little demonstration of his hurt. I didn't know why. His harsh voice was really unforgiving and it stung a chord somewhere inside me. I was just a...toy. Nothing else. I was just a use-and-throw tissue paper that has already served its purpose. I just...I can't believe-
"Dismissed," he said in a cold, hard voice that sent another chill down my spine.
I didn't need to be told twice in order to leave. I instantly stepped out of his office with tear-filled eyes. The hallway was empty so thankfully, no one noticed my distressed face. I immediately dashed into the nearest restroom.
I checked under the stalls and all around to make sure that there was no one with me. When I realized that I'm alone, tears started to flow out of my eyes in rapid buckets. I started to cry into my hands, trying not to scream in fear. The mere thought that my own teacher saw me without clothes was enough to make my skin crawl with fear. But the fact that he took photos of me was even more frightening.
I cried endlessly because I was truly, truly afraid. What if he took a video too? A man who can take photos of a woman is more than capable to capture her in a recording. What if he posted it online? What if he already shared it with his friends? I stared dead ahead into the mirror with red, frightened eyes. I refuse to cry in front of him. I refuse to show him that I'm weak. And I refuse, I repeat, I absolutely refuse to let him blackmail me for his own amusement.
I'll get the photos back. I don't care if I have to ransack his house or burn it to the ground. But I'll definitely get them back.
And then...
I'll teach the sick bastard a lesson he'll never forget.
My eyes turned a brilliant red, but this time, it wasn't out of fear. It was out of anger. Pure, raw anger.
"Game on, Shields," I hissed as I stared at myself in the mirror.
~ My House - 7:00 PM ~
"Hi, mom," I greeted my mother as I started to climb up the stairs. I was super tired and I didn't want to see my mother right now. In fact, I don't want to see anyone right now. I want to be left alone.
"Hey, sweetie," my mother smiled as she looked up from her phone. "Why're you home so late?"
"Oh. Uh. I had to see a teacher for a few doubts," I lied immediately. It wasn't a total lie. I was just managing...with a fib. I really had to see that jerk because he threatened me with my transcripts. Oh and he gave me a big shock too. Heh. Who could forget that? Plus I had to take the bus and walk a little to get here since Musa left long back.
"Oh okay. Musa called, by the way. She was wondering where you were. The girls are waiting for your usual game night."
I nodded. "I'll call them. And mom, I already ate," I lied. I hopped up the stairs, taking two at a time. I pulled my phone and irritably sent them a text, telling them that I was tired and I just wanted to sleep. In truth, I was in no mood for a game. My appetite died a multiple times already and I felt sick to the stomach. That cheeky son of a bitch ruined this entire year for me so badly that I wanted to kill him.
I entered my room before locking it shut behind me. I calmly walked into my room before sitting casually on my bed. I stayed silent for a few moments before this new rage consumed me. I took my pillow and screamed as loudly as I could into it without attracting anybody's attention.
Hot, angry tears rolled down my cheeks as I furiously chucked the pillow against the wall, showing no mercy on the poor thing. I collapsed on my bed and cried into the mattress. I never felt so humiliated and so...so helpless before. What do I do?! What do I do?!
I let out a few more sobs as the growing lumps in my throat choked me. I didn't know for how long I cried like a lost soul because by the time I was done, my body felt like dead weight and I felt just about ready to pass out.
...
Hours later...
~ 4:30 AM ~
"You're really handsome and hot," I mused dreamily while clinging onto his neck.
"Why, thank you," he smirked while effortlessly maintaining his death grip on my waist.
"Oh! Do you like me, Brandon?" I laughed as I swayed to the beat of the music, completely out of my mind.
I let out a sharp gasp as I jolted awake. I jerked and sat up straight only to find myself staring blankly at absolute darkness. I looked over at the digital clock that rested on my nightstand.
It blinked eerily in bright red and flashed with 4:33 AM.
"What the hell was that...?" I asked myself while clutching my head tightly. I blinked rapidly in shock at the dream I just had. But it didn't seem like a dream...
It seemed very much real and more like deja vu. My eyes started to water again because I refused to accept what was happening with me. I remembered a small piece of what happened that night. I tried my best to remember afterwards, but I couldn't. I was so drunk out of my mind that any hope for memory recollection was impossible.
"Dear God...what have I done?" I whispered into the night, hoping and prayed for an answer to this.
I don't know how long I can live like this. The guilt is too much to bear, the shame is too much to handle, and the burden is too much to carry. As if none of those are enough...I have to see his face every. single. day. and pretend like it doesn't bother me at all.
I sniffled into my hands, hoping against hope that today will be different.
I need to get my hands on those photos. At any cost. I don't care how and I don't care where.
But I will get them ultimately.
...
~ The Next Day - 7:00 AM ~
"Stella, honey! You're late for school! Are you awake yet?!"
I groaned towards the bedroom door. I haven't slept all night at all because I keep have freakish nightmares about him raping the hell out of me. Tears glistened at the brim of my eyes. He has photos of me, he has photos of me...
The same sentence repeated itself in my mind over and over again. I could barely blink a wink, let alone sleep all night.
"Stella, open the door!" my mom shouted from outside.
I nearly screeched for her to leave me the hell alone, but she'll find out that something was definitely up. I, for one, don't plan on telling my folks that I slept with a random guy, woke up in a random bed, and finally saw the same guy in my class who'll be grading my homework for this year.
Yeah...nope.
I dragged myself out of bed with a dead expression. My mom's shouting was honestly intolerable right now. I shakily turned the knob and twisted it before opening it.
My mom gasped at my sight. "Sweetheart, what happened to you? Were you crying?"
I widened my eyes, clearly having forgotten at washing my face before opening the door. No, I can't tell my mom. I just can't tell that I have a psycho haunting me. It would cause more trouble. "No, no." I clutched my head for emphasis and sniffled like I have something going on. "I think I'm down with the flu..." I made my voice a little deeper to convince her.
"Mom, I don't think I can go to school today," I said while making my eyes even droopier than before and sniffling harder.
My mom touched my face, clearly convinced. She looked at me with sympathy. "Sweetie, you just take rest, okay? I'll make you some hot soup meanwhile."
I nodded, feeling a little victory dance going inside of me. I closed the door before walking back towards my bed again.
I had no energy or strength to see that pervert's face this morning. My eyes clouded with tears immediately because I had no idea what to do. I really didn't.
I don't know how to get those photos back. They could be anywhere now. His computer, his email, and whatnot.
I racked my mind to think of a way. I mean, I could sneak into his home and steal his computer. I cringed, knowing that they're most likely all on his phone.
My eyes widened with hope when a light bulb went off in my mind.
What if I steal something REALLY important of his and ask him to trade? I frowned immediately when I realized that I don't know ANYTHING about him other than the fact he screwed me.
I mashed my face into my hands. "Ugh," I groaned, resisting the urge to scream.
I started to panic but the rational part of me shouted to me. I need to focus. Panicking and crying won't get me anywhere. I need a plan and a few backup plans. Because I'm such a klutz, I'll most likely screw up my primary plan, so I'll need a few secondary ones in case the first one goes haywire.
I suddenly gasped when my mother barged inside my room. "Mom!" I exclaimed, startled.
My mother looked bewildered. "The door was unlocked, so I thought-"
I rubbed my forehead. "Nevermind. I was just really out of it."
My mom sat beside me and touched my forehead. "Hmm, you don't have a fever. Honey, do you want me to stay? I can put a leave-"
My eyes widened. "No," I said immediately before my mom looked at me strangely. I put on a fake happy face instantly and hugged her. "No, don't. Go to work, I'll be fine."
She smiled and stroked my hair. I closed my eyes because that feels so good. I suddenly felt like crying. Sleeping in my mother's lap made me feel innocent and happy and I wished so badly to tell her how tormented and tortured I feel right now.
But I can't.
As her daughter, I know that she'll be SEVERELY disappointed in me. I can't bear that. I love my parents way too much to do that to them.
"You sure?" my mom asked in concern.
No, my subconscious pleaded. "Yeah. I'll be fine," I mumbled in a choked voice
My mother nodded. "Well, I put some soup on the stove for you. Drink it and sleep for a while, okay? You'll feel better. I'll come back at noon to check up again."
My eyes clouded at the love in my mom's voice. Home. I picked my head off her lap and hugged her tightly. "I love you, mom," I whispered weakly.
She smiled at me and rubbed my back. "Love you more, my sweetest baby girls. Always."
We hugged for a while before we finally pulled away. She smiled before leaving. I wanted to scream to her that I didn't want her to go. I want to be safe and forget the rest of the world.
I want to forget that night. Tears fell down my cheeks again. I wish I never got detention. I wish I never yelled at him like that. It was already hard facing him knowing that I slept with him, but to know that he has my pictures...I can't live with that.
I have to do something.
Sitting around in my room with a mopey face isn't gonna work.
I quietly paid attention and sat still impatiently until my mom left for work.
After what felt like an eternity, I saw her car pulling out of the driveway of our home before swerving onto the streets.
I hopped off my bed with a newfound resolve.
It was already obvious that I was gonna bunk school today. And by the time I get ready and whatnot, I'll already be way too late. So there was no point in going there now. Bunking was so much better than going there and glaring at that bastard.
Anyways.
I flew to the bathroom and did what every twenty year old would do in the mornings. I showered and put on the least revealing clothes I had. I felt so self-conscious of myself today, for some reason.
I checked myself out in the mirror. My outfit consisted of black jeans as well as a dark denim shirt. I tossed my long hair into a high pony tail before deeming myself fit for today.
I applied on a little makeup to hide the dark circles and bags from last night.
God, he's gonna pay for this!
I'll make sure of it.
Fifteen minutes later...
"Ma'am, I've been driving for the last ten minutes and you haven't told me where to go!" the Uber driver I called looked at me through the mirror with frustration. I mean, who can blame him? I called a taxi without knowing where to go.
Why can't my parents just give me a damn car?! It would make my life so much easier!
I was trying to scroll through my texts with Musa. I shared my location to her a few days ago which was exactly where his residence was. My eyes blinked with hope when I saw that the location was still there!
"Here! Take me here!" I shouted at him a little too happily while showing him the address on my phone.
The driver, spooked at my crazy ass, nodded frantically before pressing his foot on the pedal. I paid close attention to where we were going, so that I'll know next time. I barely paid any attention when Musa drove me to her house that day.
Thirty to forty minutes later, the driver pulled up into a residential area and a white house came into view. I paled instantly because I recognized the two-story building easily.
My knuckles turned sickly white as the driver approached the house.
"Wait! Stop here," I told him urgently while asking him to pull over a few houses behind. I wasn't going to just waltz in there. From a distance, the house looked like an overgrown monster, waiting to swallow me into its abode.
Dear Lord...help.
I gave the taxi his money and change before he left on his way. I stood in the middle of the road like a total stupid, not knowing what to do.
My experience in spy movies told me that I needed to do some recon. I'm gonna assume that he's living alone. From here, I see no car, so that means he's not home. Yay! He's probably at college now.
In that case, what the hell was I waiting for?!
My feet moved faster towards the white house and soon I was running. I ran past two hours in a whiz before standing before his lawn. I crossed my fingers and just hoped that the neighbors mind their own business because I'm about to do a day-time burglary.
I skipped across the neatly trimmed lawn before checking out the backyard. Good. No car in the back either, so he's definitely not home. I sincerely hoped that he was one of those foolish idiots who'd leave a spare key in a flower pot or something. I went towards the backyard where it was a little more isolated. It was a big yard surrounded by trees, so I won't look like a total intruder here.
I approached the back door. I glared at the obstacle. If I had super strength, I'd so bust this thing down!
"Heh. If I had super strength, I wouldn't be in this position in the first place," I grimaced to myself as I looked around for a little metallic key. I checked under the mat, knowing it was one of the most common places to hide a key. To my disappointment, it wasn't there. My panic and distress only heightened when I scoured around the lawn looking under rocks and flower pots.
I bit my lip as my heart sunk in dismay. My eyes watered because I refused to entertain the possibility that maybe...he wasn't the type to leave a key somewhere.
I started to sniffle because my only hope was tarnished. Again. This was a waste of time, energy, and hope. But I refuse to give in to the sadistic bastard who wanted to ruin my life. I blinked back the tears before going back to the front lawn again.
I think I'm gonna call it a day. I'll just pretend I have the flu, go home, and drink that soup on the stove. As I approached the road again, I stopped in my tracks suddenly and turned around once more in thought. I haven't checked the front of the house.
...
I contemplated about checking the porch out. I bit my lip. What if it wasn't there? The disappointment was just too much to harbor. And...if it was...? Then...then I could be free!
I made my mind. It was worth a look. I came this far anyways, so why not? Before I could change my mind, I took a deep breath and walked towards the porch. I climbed up the set of stairs before checking under the mat. I grimaced instantly when there was literally nothing there except for wet dirt.
I sighed. It wasn't there. I just have to go and come back after finding another way.
With each and every search, my disappointment dropped into another low level. Another minute and one of the neighbors will be sure to catch me trying to ransack this house. I bit my lip.
The mailbox.
I'll check that one place before packing my goods and leaving. I crossed my fingers as I lifted the lid. Please, please, please! I prayed hopefully while inserting my hand inside and letting it roam.
My breath dropped when I felt something small and cold touch my index. I resisted the urge to break out into happy tears when I realized that it was indeed a key! I pulled the thing out before staring at it like a pirate finding his treasure.
I looked up and laughed happily. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, God!" I laughed madly to myself before trying to insert it into the door. To my happiness, it surprisingly fit and worked! I squeaked with glee before entering the home. I closed it behind me and placed the key on a table beside me.
I broke out into a little dance right there. "Yaaayyyyyyy! Whoooooooo!" I screamed happily while jumping up and down in excitement. I'm so awesome! I'm so amazing! My life rules! Gaaaahhhh!
I broke into his house and I had no guilt whatsoever. My first felony, actually, and I was dancing like an idiot.
My happiness knew no bounds as I twirled myself in the living room.
Now. All I needed to do was maybe find his laptop or a treasure of his. Or wait. I can take this freaking key and lock the house. Ha, that'll teach him and he'll sleep on the lawn!
I grimaced at the unlikely scenarios my imagination brewed these days.
Ugh.
I went inside the home while looking around for anything interesting or suspicious. I was surprised and a little impressed as well. Boys are known for their pigsty living style. But not this guy. He was a bachelor, yet...he's really clean and ordered. Nice.
I instantly rushed upstairs to the master bedroom. It was a pretty big house for one person and the home was really nice to be in.
I stopped at the foot of the bedroom as my body burned with a cold sweat. My breathing came out in short, labored gasps. This was it. This was the exact bedroom I woke up in. I stepped inside with wobbly legs while tears sprung to my eyes. How could I have been so foolish?
I sniffled and wiped away the waterworks with the back of my sleeve. Now wasn't the time. Now wasn't really the time to do anything but search.
I bit my lip and stared at the bed like it was some hideous monster. I stared at it, completely terrified out of my mind. I suddenly felt cold and exposed. It's okay. It's okay. I tried to calm myself before taking a few extra long deep breaths.
"Okay. What can I steal that worth's a fortune...?" I mused while looking around for tapping my chin. I hide all my junk in my bedroom, so I'm guess he'll do the same? I mean, we all love our bedrooms, right? Cuddle up on a bed and get squished with blankets while watching a good ol' movie and drinking hot chocolate.
Ahh...
I slapped myself awake and went back to reality. I went over to check his drawers. My cheeks instantly turned red which traveled all the way back to my ears as I stared at his underwear and boxers. I gulped and instantly closed it. Yeah no. I'm not stealing undies. That ain't happening.
I went over to a desk that was pushed against a corner. I grimaced when all I found was stationary stuff. I pulled open the drawers and saw a few books inside. I pulled a book out and flipped through the pages to search the inside. Who knows? Maybe he hid 'em there.
I suddenly gasped when I felt a roar of engine pull up into the driveway. I dropped the book instantly and I let out a small scream in shock. I ran over to the window in full-blown panic. My eyes peeled open in a jolt when I saw Shields through the windshield of his car. "OHHHH SHIT!" I screeched to myself as I started to run around the room in panic.
"Oh good lord!" I frantically whispered. I twirled left and right to see if anything was out of order. I ran towards the desk and placed the book back before slamming the drawers shut.
The back door! I gasped as I slowly tip-toed out of the bedroom and approached the stairs. I descended down a few stairs slowly but also quickly. I let out a surprised squeak when I heard the front door open. With another horrified gulp, I ran back upstairs without making the stairs squeak.
My nerves started to shake as I went to his bedroom again. My legs quivered left and right as they threatened to give away into total isolation of fear. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, OMG!" I cried to myself, wondering what the heck I should do! My heart pounded in my chest in the fastest pace I've ever experienced. I can't stand. I can't speak. I can't move. I felt like my heart was being squeezed into a tiny little ball because I can't breathe.
"What the hell is he doing here right now?!" I whispered to myself as I struggled to breathe. I think this is what a panic attack feels like. My body felt dizzy and so heavy that I want to collapse. I want to run like hell for my life but my feet stood frozen. I think I'm starting to tunnel vision as well. My vision blurred as I struggled not to faint.
I tiptoed slightly and approached the railing to gauge his behavior. I stared at the devil downstairs as he stood in the living room, deep in thought about something. Oh my god, does he know?! Did I leave something downstairs?! No, pleaseeeee!
"Oh sweet, baby Lord Jesus! Please save me and I'll visit church every Sunday!" I prayed desperately. I hoped that monster downstairs left soon. I don't know for long I can stay awake like that. And he's standing there like that like a total statue.
I silently gasped and fell back a little when I saw him raise his head up. I tiptoed back to the bedroom while making zero noise.
I'm a total creepy tiptoer. I'm kind of an expert on walking around undetected.
All those late nights I spent stealing extra cookies from the kitchen...
My breathing grew frantic and shallow when I heard him come upstairs. What was he doing here?! I thought in total fear. I didn't expect him to come at this time! That's why I was celebrating of having the house to myself!
I looked around for somewhere to hide. If I didn't, who knows what the hell is gonna happen now?! Shit!
I bit my lip and sighed a little in relief when I saw his walk-in closet. I stealthily walked over there. The secret about being clandestine is to be as calm as possible. The more you're tense, the more likely you are to make mistakes. But it was kind of hard to do that when you feel like you're gonna die any second.
I shakily turned the knob very, very slowly. He's almost at the top of the stairs and my blood pulsed and pounded rapidly at the abrupt news. I slipped into his closet undetected. I moved to close the door but stopped immediately and sunk back when I saw his head enter. I gulped and slipped into the darkness of the little room.
I tried to breathe as steadily as possible. His closet was lined with suits, jackets, shirts, and pants. When I heard his footsteps move about the room, I moved into his closets and disappeared behind them. Even if he accidentally opened the goddamn room, then I'll at least stay hidden. I hope. Fingers crossed!
I sunk into the fabrics of his clothes. I wasn't gonna admit it to myself but the scent on these clothes calmed me down a little. Just a little. His scent was a combination of earth and...sandalwood, I thought a little curiously. I actually...liked it. A lot. And also, the fresh smell of laundry, soap, and fabric softener filled the air as I inhaled his clothes like the creep that I'm currently being now.
I jerked in my makeshift seat when I heard his phone ring. I shushed myself to stay quiet. Why should I be surprised if his phone rings? Anyways.
"Hey, beautiful," I heard his sexy (god, hit me) and deep voice echo through the room. I glared viciously at his general direction.
He has a freaking girlfriend and he still slept with me?!
GOD, THAT GIRL DESERVES SOOOO MUCH BETTER!
OH MY LORD, THAT...THAT...THAT JERK!
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," his voice dropped into a gentle one. I scoffed. Yeah right. That poor girl is gonna cry her heart out if she finds out that her boyfriend is a nit-picky, back-stabbing, cheating son of a bitch!
God...once I get my hands on those photos, I swear to god...I'll look for every possible way to make his life a living hell. The first thing to do is go and tattletale on this guy to that poor girl who probably has a lot of hopes of him.
"I love you too," he said. "Bye." I could practically hear the smile in his voice. I scoffed again. Honestly. This guy should be ashamed of himself.
Other than having balls and a long thing that I refuse to pronounce, I don't know what else he has to qualify himself as a 'man'.
Ugh.
Why can't I have slept with a nicer guy instead? This guy is a total douche.
I sighed, wondering why the heck I'm suddenly interested in him. God, man, just get out already! I prayed.
I listened closely for at least a hint to get out of this hell hole. I'm not as panicked as before, so I could think a little straight. I strained my ears a little when I heard him disappear behind another door.
I think that's the bathroom?
I stood up and stepped out from his humongous sets of clothes. Through the little gap I left open a while ago (thank god I did!), I peeked into the room and made sure that he was nowhere in sight. I sighed hugely in relief when I heard him in the bathroom.
That's my cue.
I don't think this guy is gonna leave, so all I have is a bathroom break to get the hell out of here.
I'm never, I repeat, I'm never stepping foot into his stupid house without checking his schedule! This tension was just not worth it.
With a tense grin on my face, I collected myself and stepped out of the closet before tiptoeing ever so slowly out of the bedroom. I don't know why but when I did after like ten seconds, I felt like I could finally breathe. But it wasn't enough. No, it was nowhere near enough. I needed to get out.
I kept my ear open for any unwanted sounds before breezing down the stairs as quickly as I can without making any noise. I clutched my purse close to me before breathing calmly. I honestly can't believe myself. I wasn't even hide-walking! I don't think hide-walking is a freaking hyphenated word but it's the art of walking while hiding. Instead, I was cruising through the living room like I owned this place.
Not intentional, but still.
My smile blew wider when I saw the front door growing ever so close to me. I resisted the urge to break out in pure joy. My first trespassing ever and it actually went really well.
...NOT!
I jumped a few feet in the air when my phone suddenly went off like a maniac. "OH SHIT! NO, NO, NO, NO!" I hissed while scrambling into my sling bag and reaching for the damn thing!
That's it! That's all it took for me to go completely nuts.
I entered into my full-blown panic mode! GAHHHH! OMG! OMFG! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I grabbed my phone out and instantly switched it off, not even bothering to glance at the caller.
Well, here's to the mental suicide note of mine:
The only person responsible for my death is the dumb bitch who just called me now. I hope they get a life sentence.
Well, shit, that's my cue to leave. I don't care if he knows someone intruded his house, but I was soooo through here! I grabbed the door knob frantically and moved to switch it when I suddenly froze.
"See, I knew I didn't leave my keys on the table," a deep voice smirked from upstairs. I gulped. My nerves shook violently and so did my hands. I slowly turned around to see none other than Shields smirking nefariously from upstairs. He was leaning on the railing and his eyes penetrated through mine like he could see through my soul.
I instantly started to hyperventilate in fear as I stood there frozen. So he knew. That's why he stood like a rock for a few minutes earlier downstairs. I watched him descend down the stairs slowly and tauntingly in a dark navy, crisp dress shirt and black formal pants. In any other occasion, I would've thought he was the hottest man alive to walk on this planet. But, I was shaking so badly that I was sure I looked ready to pee in my pants. Embarassing really -_-
I backed myself against the door when he finally reached down at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't break the smirk nor the eye contact and I felt myself unable to look away with fear. I couldn't even blink as he neared closer to me before stopping a few feet away.
"I don't know where you live, Ms. Solaria, but I'm certain it's not this one," he smirked while leaning against the wall and crossing his ankles over the other.
"..." My voice died in my throat as my body shook with palpitated shudders. Oh my good lord. I can't believe this. Will he call the cops?! I panicked immediately at the thought.
"I don't think you understood my question. What the hell were you doing in my house?" he smirked again, not at all fazed by the fact there was a freaker intruder in the house. If it was me, I'd scream my lungs and call 911 pronto. But he stood near the railing and talked to me in a satirical manner.
"I...I..." I stammered like a freak. I watched him run his eyes up and down my body and I suddenly felt my face grow hot. I felt naked and so exposed even though I was fully clothed. He cocked his slightly and glanced at me expectantly.
"I-I-I was j-j-j-just leav-ving!" I squeaked.
He raised an eyebrow at my answer before chuckling slightly. "Don't act smart with me, Ms. Solaria. What. Were. You. Doing. Here?" he asked again with that same smirk on his face.
I can tell that he was REALLY enjoying this. He was getting a kick out of my emotions going all over the place. Why that little arrogant prick!
I couldn't tolerate it anymore. Looking at him made me feel even more terrified. I could barely breathe, let alone stand.
I gasped a little too faster when his feet stood in an upright position and he started moving towards me. He didn't even blink nor take any mercy on me while walking towards me. I could feel his shadow cover mine as he stopped just a foot away from me. It made me feel all the more scared as he gazed down at me with a small, victorious smirk. I felt just as vulnerable as I probably did that night.
"I don't like silent answers, Stella," he said firmly while placing his hands into his pockets. I gasped when he called me by my first name. It made me feel all the more impuissant. I've never been more afeared or intimidated by a man before now.
"Please just give me the photos, Mr. Shields," I pleaded for him to comply. I was too exhausted and felt too hopeless for my own good. Tears brimmed near my lashes. Please, please, please!
"What photos?" he asked innocently with an evil little smirk.
"Don't play games with me, please," I begged him. "Please just give them to me."
"Hmm...since you asked so nicely..." he trailed off and I felt a small hope. My eyes shimmered a little happily. Maybe I misunderstood him so badly!
He continued with the same lazy tone. "...I'll also give you an answer nicely. NO," he smiled. "I'm going to keep them with me."
And just like that, my eyes lost their light. I felt anger, hurt, and pain bubble inside of me. How dare he?! Does he really think he can play with someone's emotions to this extent?!
"You bastard," I whispered lethally, teary-eyed. "I'm gonna call the police on you!" I screamed lividly as tears threatened to coat my cheeks.
He raised an amused eyebrow at my outburst. "Shouldn't that be my line? Sweetheart, you're in my house without my permission."
I wished to punch him at his twisted logic. "Why, you...! I'll tell them you're blackmailing me!"
At my answer, he started to laugh which, of course, made me all the more furious. "Blackmail? As far as I recall, I didn't threaten or terrorize you with phone calls now, did I?" he smirked. "I'm sure the police will be interested to know why you broke into someone else's house first. And I can deny that I ever took photos of you."
I blinked at him as he turned the tables on me. He had no fear at all. None whatsoever. How is that possible?
"Be my guest. Call the police. If, by any rare chance, I'm going to jail as well, who knows? Maybe we'll be cellmates," he smirked. "Think that'll be fun?"
I blinked back tears because he was clearly trying to break me. And it was working. The courage I had before coming here slowly dissipated as he stood confidently in front of me. I no longer had the resolve or strength to hold back my tears. They brushed freely past my eyes as I looked at him pleadingly.
"Please. Please! I'll do anything! Anything!" I begged. I was scared. Deliriously scared. Those photos are worth so much more than just pictures. He can show them to his friends or other sickos and...and...I can't allow that. I can't allow my self-respect to be put on public display.
"Please!" I cried.
He took a long and hard look at me and that raised my hopes once more. But then again...he had a consistent habit of crushing my hopes under his stinking foot. He took a hand out from his pocket before placing it to a side of my head. He leaned in and that caused my eyes to widen and immediately plaster myself against the wall.
"Anything?" he smirked.
I blinked. I didn't expect this. Is he really considering what I told him? But I didn't care. I don't care what he asked as long as I get back what I asked for.
I nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes! I'll do anything!"
"Okay...I have two conditions in that case," he lazily drawled. "Scratch that, I have three."
I wiped away the tears and nodded as I listened.
"One...while you're in my class, you'll treat me with courtesy and respect. And I'll treat you the same way, of course," he smirked.
Okay. That was easy.
I nodded immediately in agreement. "Yes, Mr. Shields," I said.
He smirked. "Good. As for the second one..." he trailed off before his expression turned suddenly serious. "Apologize."
Huh?
I blinked. "What?"
"Go and jump off a cliff or apologize to me," he said with a menacing growl on his face. "NOW."
I gasped when I realized that he just quoted the exact words I screamed before throwing myself into detention yesterday. Humiliation sizzled against my skin as more tears streamed in.
...
I shut my eyes tightly and sniffled. "I'm s-sorry, Mr. Shields."
"I don't think I quite heard it, Ms. Solaria," he said as his playfulness and amusement returned. He leaned in even closer to me and I could feel his cool breath fan over my face.
I opened my eyes and silently pleaded for him to not do this to me. But he didn't listen. "Please..." I whispered in agony.
His amusement left him and a threatening glare donned his face again. "You better be glad that I'm not making you apologize in front of everyone," he hissed, making me flinch. I sniffled and nodded. "I'm s-sorry," I repeated once again, louder this time.
"Again!" he growled.
"I'M SORRY!" I cried out in agony while more tears cascaded down my cheeks. This guy and his dinosaur-sized ego...I swear that I'll get my revenge a thousand times worse than this.
He finally smirked in satisfaction. "Now that's like a good girl," he mused.
I didn't need his freaking compliment. "What's next?" I asked teary-eyed.
"Hmm?" he lazily drawled.
God...I hate this guy so much. Let those photos land in my hands and I'll personally transport him to hell.
"The third condition. What is it?" I repeated again with a little edge in my tone.
His smirk only widened as he leaned in further. I backed myself as farthest as I could from him but it's kinda hard when there's a concrete wall behind your back that refused to move. He redirected his lips to my ear but didn't touch me.
I wondered what the hell he was trying to do. But I got my answer soon. His next words made my brain lose all focus as my eyes bugged out completely to the size of saucers. His whisper sent a chill running up and down my spine as my body went slack on the spot.
"Spend a night with me."
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I had so much fun writing this chapter! I normally don't feel this ecstatic while writing my stories but for some reason, this chapter really turned me on and NOT in the sexual way. It turned me to a hyperactive little five-year old. Haha. Anyways.
I hope you guys enjoyed it? I hope.
Thank you so much for reading!
Love,
SeaEmerald