I read some of the reviews and have agreed I could have made it more clear that Arthur was drunk and didn't realize what he was doing. Take in mind that Arthur can't hold his liquor and does things he wouldn't normally do. What occurs in this chapter is very crucial for the later chapters and plot.
Arthur gathered his brief case and began the walk to his car in the parking lot. He peered into the dark sky. "Looks like its going to rain." Of course on cue the first droplets fell on his hair. The teacher ran to his car and quickly got in just as it began to pour.
"I wonder if Amelia is okay…wait, it that she?" A lone girl in uniform was standing on the corner in the pouring rain, obviously waiting for somebody to pick her up. "I just can't let her stand there in the rain." Arthur, being the gentleman that he is pulled to the side and exited the car. He opened the passenger side and laid his jacket down over the puddle.
"Oh, Mr. Kirkland! I'm just waiting for my mother."
He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Please, I insist. Let me give you a ride home."
Amelia nodded and entered the car with the help from his hand. He gently closed the door and ran around to get in the driver's side. "Thank you Mr. Kirk—" "Please, call me Arthur. No need for us to be so formal outside of the school. What is your address?"
"Oh um, 261 Country Club Road."
"Alrighty, let's get going."
The two drove off, Amelia occasionally giving directions until they arrived at the front pathway. Arthur stepped from the car to open the door and an umbrella. "Mr. Kirkland, you are quite the gentleman."
"My mother was never short of wanting me to be kind to all women." He helped her from the car and kept her dry all the way to front door which was opened by a cloud of smoke and Amelia's mother.
She was repulsive. A cigarette hung from her lips. A very lanky body with a short revealing pink dress; let's just say the cleavage wasn't the attractive type. Her just as repulsive friends were behind her with several bottles of liquor and cigarettes.
"Amelia you little skank, where—OH! And uh who is this, then?"
"This is Mr. Kirkland mom."
Amelia's mother shoved her daughter out of the way and puffed a cloud of smoke into the man's face. "Hi, my name's Trixie. And you?"
"Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland. Pleasure." He gave her wrinkly knuckles a kiss which forced her to blush. "Well! Would you like to step into our humble household Mr. Kirkland? Perhaps for a drink?"
"Oh I should really get going."
"No! I insist you do, especially after bringing my troublesome daughter home." She practically pulled him and sat him down on the couch with her other friends. She poured him some liquor and proposed a toast.
Within a few minutes Arthur was smashed beyond measure.
"So what do you do for a living Mr. Kirkland?" one of the friends asked.
"Wha? Oh, I teach Engrish!"
"Engrish?"
"By God Yes!" Amelia watched the sad sight from the kitchen.
"And have you got anybody special?" Trixie asked
"Nah!" he replied.
"Oh really? You know we should get together sometime. I'm single too and I have a feeling we could both use some companionship. What do yah say?"
"Huh? Oh uh yea whatever."
"Good." Trixie confirmed before diving in for a sloppy kiss. Arthur reluctantly took the kiss, he would admit it wasn't enjoyable. "You taste like cigarettes."
"Well I smoke so it would make sense."
Amelia rolled her eyes and slammed the door to her room. Her mom was such a whore! Mr. Kirkland deserved so much more than that! Mr. Kirkland deserved a girl who was sweet, kind and far more youthful than 'droopy tits' out in the living room. Amelia clutched her heart as it began to beat faster. She buried her face in her hands. "Amelia, he's a teacher, he's like 6 years older than you! You can't have feelings like this for him. Think about the fact that he kissed your mom! Yea that's it! But...you know it's just the alcohol, and when wants something, she gets it. He has no choice once she starts."
Suddenly a screech came from the living room. "AMELIA YOU DEAF BITCH! COME MAKE DINNER!"
Amelia wanted so badly for it all to go away! For her to find love and go away someplace far and live happily ever after. Her mother was the reason she stayed after school to go to tutoring. She only faked being bad at English to stay away as long as possible. "AMELIA!"
She sighed and walked back into the kitchen. "Yes?"
"Make us some dinner! And fast!"
"Yes ma'am. Anything specific you desire?"
"Uh yea! DICK!" All her friends laughed hysterically at the joke. "NO I don't give a shit what we have! Just hurry and make it!"
Amelia rolled her eyes, she was glad Mr. Kirkland didn't find it funny. At least he had a good sense of humor.
The girl hurried, trying to get all the preparations done for dinner. With every minute her mother screamed for her to finish.
The food was scooped into plates as evenly as possible and Amelia rang the bell for dinner.
"Dinner is ready!" She announced.
"Jesus Christ! Finally!" They all stumbled into the seats at the table, waiting for the food to be delivered.
Amelia brought the plates of steaming Chicken Picatta out to her mother and friends. Her mother took one look and sighed. "Amelia what is this?"
"Chicken Picatta."
"Where is the Pot Roast?" the witch asked.
"B-but you didn't tell me you wanted Pot Roast."
"GOD! YOU GET EVERYTHING WRONG! GET THIS SHIT OUT OF MY FACE!" She knocked the plate of delicious food onto Amelia shirt. Chicken and capers slinked down her chest. Amelia quickly backed up; everybody but Mr. Kirkland laughed at her reaction, who got up from the table immediately to help but stumbled and fell down. He was a little more drunk than he thought. She tried to get as much out of shirt as possible without completely revealing herself to the audience.
Poor Amelia looked angrier than a bull that just got branded. Her face red and teeth bore.
"THAT'S IT! I'M NOT A MIND READER YOU SAGGY CUNT! But right now I do know you want me out and frankly I am more than willing to leave!"
The crowd chuckled. "Trixie you really gonna let her get away with that?" Veronica asked.
Trixie stood up and slapped Amelia across the face, hard. She stumbled back with a red cheek and tears in her eyes.
Arthur stood up at this activity and ran to the other side to help his love but Amelia was already sprinting for the door.
"Amelia!" he exclaimed. Trixie grabbed him by the tie and pulled him in for another revolting kiss but this time he pushed her off and ran after his student.
"Amelia! Wait!" he finally caught up to her on the sidewalk crying in the rain. He crouched down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and looked to see her teacher.
"Mr. Kirkland…what are y-you doing here?" He smiled and wiped away her tears.
"I'm sorry you have to live like that. No girl as sweet as you should ever be hit. Is there anything I can do help you?"
She sniffled and looked to the cement. "N-no. I'll be okay. I can go rent a motel room downtown for the night. My mom won't remember anything in the morning so things should be back to normal."
"Amelia…I'm not letting you get a shitty motel room. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't offer for you to stay the night at my house?"
"Ooh I don't know. You are very kind Mr. Kirkland—"
"Please, just call me Arthur and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"
Amelia looked up to him and smiled. "Well…okay. But you're still a little tipsy. Better let me drive."
