Hello, everybody. Before I begin the chapter, I wanna give a heads up concerning my other stories. Now a lot of you have asked about them, so the short answer, they're all on hiatus. The long answer...
When a Cat Loves An Owl... ON HIATUS. (I'm still working on a chapter for that one, and as soon as I get it done and posted, the story will be on hiatus until further notice)
Killing King Daddy... ON HIATUS (I've been stumped with this story. I'll need to watch the movie again soon so I'll get inspiration)
Victorious 2.0... ON HIATUS (Until Fall I hope. If you look on my profile, you'll see that I have already planned out the first season. But with so many episodes, I'll need to do it when I don't have anything else to do)
Jake & Tori Stories 4... STILL WORKING ON IT as you can tell.
So, I hope you understand my decision, but don't worry. That doesn't mean I'm abandoning these stories. They're just gonna take a little break for now.
But as for this chapter, Jake will finally solve one of his many mysteries... who attacked Troy? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.
Chapter 12: Teacher Truth
"I'm so glad that you came on such short notice..."
"Thanks, Mr. Deville... I've been meaning to speak with you for a while..."
As Jake sat down in front of his son's teacher, he watched him carefully. The teacher wore a black suit, with long spiky black hair, and had dark green eyes behind those thick glasses. "So..." he spoke with a slight menacing tone, "You've been wanting to speak to me about your sons... behavior..."
The former pirate nodded, "Uh, yeah... you see, he's been acting very strange lately... and it involves you. He doesn't seem to like you very much, and he then all of a sudden, he was found beaten half to death here at school... and I was wondering if you knew anything about it..."
Mr. Deville nodded, "Yes. I have heard of the incident. I have no idea who would attack your son like that. We have been doing everything we can to find the culprit..."
"I've been doing the same thing..." Jake replied, "But so far... nothing."
"But, I can say that your son is a good student. He tends to get into trouble at times, but he means well..."
Jake chuckled at that, "That is true, sir... but, do you have any idea who may be responsible for the assault of my son..."
The teacher got up and walked towards a window, "I really haven't a clue, Mr. Hutchinson... and this doesn't seem like anything a bully would go the lengths to... none of the students here are very brutal... yes, some will get in a tussle every now and then, but we've questioned every student in this school, and none of them had any knowledge of who could be the culprit..."
"Are you sure...?" Jake asked.
"But, if you want my advice... I suggest questioning the teachers to see if they know... and I know the best one to go to first..."
The former pirate raised an eyebrow. Just who was Mr. Deville even talking about? Sure, there were plenty of teachers that he knew about in this school, but who was this teacher he spoke of?
Room 122
Jake knocked on the door of the science room. After waiting a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a boy about Troy and Maia's age. Jake recognized him as Malcolm, Troy's best friend, "Oh hey, it's Mr. Hutchinson. Troy's dad!"
"Ahoy, Malcolm..." Jake greeted as he walked into the room... where he came face to face with the teacher.
"Mr. Hutchinson..."
He almost gaped at the sight of her. She didn't even look like she should be a teacher at all. She looked like she belonged at a night club. She wore a short red miniskirt, a tank top that exposed her stomach with a coat covering it, high heeled boots, dark make up, and she was holding a book that said 'Physical Science' on the cover.
The scariest thing that Jake noticed... was that he recognized her all too well.
"Sophie Gomez..." He greeted. "I didn't know you were a teacher..."
"I just got the job this year..." She replied, getting up and walking towards him. "I haven't seen you in such a long time since... you know..."
Jake frowned, "I'm aware... so, is it okay if we... talk... in private... it's about Troy."
Sophie chuckled, "But of course, Jacob... class, I'll be back in a little bit. Make sure to continue your work on page fifty three, and remember to turn it in before you leave today..."
With that, the two adults walked out of the room, and down the hall, "So... what brings you here, Jacob...?" She asked.
"Well, if you already aren't aware... my son, Troy was suspiciously attacked about two weeks ago. No one knows why... and no one knows who did it... so, I wanted to talk to you... to see if you knew something... you were there when it happened... right...?"
"I was there the day of the incident... I'm so sorry that happened to your little boy... he's one of my favorite students..." Ms. Gomez replied. "To be honest... he really seems to have a grudge against... Mr. Deville... is that his name...?"
Jake nodded, "Yes, that's right. I was just talking with him earlier. He said that you might know something about Troy's attack..."
"Is that right...?"
"Well, do you know anything...?"
The teacher chuckled as she dragged the man outside a door, "Well... if you do me a favor... I'll tell you what I know..." She said seductively.
Jake immediately frowned, for he knew exactly where this was going, "Oh no... not this time, Sophie. I'm not doing it with you..."
Ms. Gomez placed a hand on his chest and began to lightly stroke it, "Come on, baby... don't you want this information from me... just for ten minutes..."
"No..."
"Please, Jakey..."
"NO!"
Jake pushed her away, "I'm not doing you another favor, Sophie. I'm not making the same mistake I made ten years ago! My relationship with my wife was almost put into jeopardy because of you, and I'll be damned if I let you control me again! Just tell me what you know, and I'll be on my way! I have to get back to work!"
The teacher frowned and pouted, "Ugh... fine! But just know that you're seriously missing out on some good time with me!"
With that, she began to explain, "So... about that grudge your son has against that other teacher... I noticed that one day... Mr. Deville had called Troy back into the classroom for something important. I paid no mind to it at first. But when I walked out of the bathroom, I saw your son run out of the classroom with his hood on my head, face covered and all."
Jake was secretly making notes of this, "I see... I think I remember the day this happened... I was still recovering from an injury from a run in with a criminal. And I saw Troy walk in as he made his way to his room... the rest of the day... he was not very talkative..."
Ms. Gomez nodded, "I see... and if I didn't know any better, Jake. I'd say that teacher has something to do with whatever happened to Troy... and I'd say you better find out before it's too late..."
"I will... thanks, Sophie..."
"No problem, Jakey... and one more thing..."
"... What?"
"Wanna get out of here?"
"Go to hell, Sophie..."
With that, Jake left...
After retreating back to work in his office, Jake looked over the notes he made while at the school. So apparently, this grudge that Troy has against his teacher might have more of a meaning to it than ever.
Mr. Deville asked Troy to stay after class for him.
Ms. Gomez says that she saw Troy run out of the room, and out of the school very fast.
So... what happened during that time...?
What happened in the classroom that would make Troy run out so quickly...?
When he came home... he went straight to his room... Jake was concerned, but assumed the boy was going up to do his homework.
Jake typed down his notes on his laptop to save them. It looked like he was gonna have to question his own son about this...
Troy... please tell me something...
Later that day...
Jake made his way into the hospital and straight to Troy's hospital room. It wasn't a long walk, even though it was on the fourth floor. He had his laptop and other things with him. Boy, was his son due for a serious questioning? Never in his life he would think he'd ever have to interrogate his own children.
But it had to be done...
He finally made it to room, where he saw Troy watching television. The twelve year old smiled a bit and waved, "Hi, Dad..." He greeted.
"Ahoy, son..." Jake greeted back, "How are you feeling today?"
The boy then frowned, "Sore... I can't wait until I get out of here..."
"I know..."
Jake stared at his son sitting in the hospital bed. Troy stared back with a frown. After a few more moments of silence, the former pirate spoke again.
"So..." Jake started, "I talked with your teacher... he says that everything seems to be fine with you... has no idea who hurt you like that... but, we're still on the case..."
Troy looked down, blushing deeply, "That's... good..."
He was hiding something, and Jake knew it, "Troy... I'm gonna ask you a few questions. And you have to be honest... okay?"
The twelve year old looked up and nodded sincerely.
"Do... you remember who hurt you... what he looked like... what weapons he used..."
It looked like Troy didn't want to answer, but he took a deep breath, and spoke, "Uh... well... he was tall... he had black hair... tanned skin.. green eyes... he wore a suit... he used a ruler... a knife... a belt... a paddle... and a stick... and something else to beat me..."
"Hmmm..." Jake said, "Did the attacker happen to do... this...?"
The former pirate then began to pretend to remove his belt... in which Troy reacted, "NO! NO! DON'T DO THAT! DON'T HURT ME! PLEASE! I'LL DO BETTER ON THE NEXT TEST! I PROMISE!"
Jake glared darkly. Not towards Troy... but towards someone else that wasn't even there...
"Looks like I found the culprit..."
Troy began to calm down a bit, as he looked at his father with confusion, "Huh...?" He asked.
"Troy, it was your teacher, Mr. Deville..." Jake replied, "He's the one who hurt you... isn't he?"
The boy then sighed as he looked down, tears threatening to fall. It was like he didn't want to say anything else... but knowing how well an investigator his father was, he had no choice. So with a sob... he nodded.
"... Yes."
Now it was confirmed...
Jake found his answer.
But before he could say anything else...
"He's been hurting me for the past weeks..." Troy continued, wiping his tears, "He hates me, Dad. He HATES me. I don't know why, but he does. He likes to fail me on tests, and beat me up when he feels like it. He's the one who attacked me that evening..."
"Tell me, son... how did this happen...?" Jake asked.
Troy took another deep breath, and began to explain.
"We were having afterschool activities. I was busy practicing for the next game..."
"Good one, Hutchinson!" The coach called as Troy shot another goal in the basketball hoop. Their next game was to be an away game at San Diego, which was to be in six more weeks. So the team had to get ready.
Troy grinned as Malcolm walked up to him, drippling a ball, "You're a real nature, buddy. I just know we're gonna win San Diego's game. They got nothin' on us."
"I know." Troy replied, "And you guys are nothing without me. If I wasn't there, there's no chance that you guys would win."
"Hey, there are plenty other awesome guys on the team, you know. We can still win it, if by some chance you weren't able to attend the game."
"I know... I'm just saying..."
The two best friends chuckled as they continued to practice. Little did they know, was that a certain teacher was watching them from afar, as he chuckled evilly...
"So... if by some chance that brat wasn't able to attend the game... their little team would possibly lose the biggest game of the season... well... that can be arranged..."
With that, the teacher made his way over to Troy, just as the boy was chasing one of the balls. By the time he noticed him, the boy whimpered a bit and tried to walk away, only for Mr. Deville to grab him by the shoulders.
"Um, Troy. Is it okay if I see you outside for a moment...?" He asked.
Troy immediately shook his head, "No... I'm sorry, but I have to practice."
"What's the hold up, Hutchinson?" The coach asked Mr. Deville.
"Oh, I was asking if I could speak to Troy privately. But don't worry... I'll make sure to bring him back soon..."
"Well... okay. But hurry back, Troy. We got a few more rounds to go by..."
Troy gulped. He already knew this wasn't going to be good... at all...
Whatever this man had in mind... it was going to be trouble. So reluctantly, he followed Mr. Deville out of the gym... and down the halls.
Jake was once again taking notes, this time on his laptop. Troy was still looking down as if he were embarrassed and ashamed. "Go on... tell me what happened next...?" Jake urged.
"Well... he took me outside to the back of the school... where no one was looking... and he said... this..."
"You're a horrible excuse for a student at this school..." Mr. Deville spat at the preteen, punching him in the stomach. Troy gagged and struggled to escape.
"You're worthless..." Another punch.
"You're pathetic..." One more punch.
"You're a brat..." A slap.
Troy coughed, "Why... why are you doing this...?" He asked weakly.
"Because you deserve it..." The evil teacher sneered, throwing the boy to the ground, "After I'm done with you, you will be in such bad shape, that you'll won't be able to attend that little basketball game..."
The twelve year old gasped. So this is what it's about? "No... I can't miss the game..."
WHACK!
Troy screamed as he turned out. Mr. Deville was holding a belt, while pinning the boy to the ground, "Oh, but I'll make sure that you do..."
"Why... do you hate me? What do you have against me... I have done nothing to you...?" Troy asked again.
SLAP!
Another hit with the belt, "Well, to be honest... you haven't done anything at all... it's just that I know your parents very well... and I just despise those who think the world's a perfect place... but no matter, as soon as I'm done with you... your sister is next..."
Maia...?
The teacher chuckled evilly as he continued to hit Troy over and over with the belt. "Ah yes... one of these days, I'm going take your sister... and give her the most painful pleasure she will ever receive from me... and you're going to watch it all..."
"No..." Troy whispered.
"Oh, I can see it now... her laying on the table... as I seduce her enough to allow me to spread her legs and give it to her the hard and painful way..."
"If you even THINK of touching my sister like that, I will... I will..." Troy couldn't think of a good enough threat for the man. What kind of threat could you give to man like this?
The teacher laughed as he grabbed Troy by the throat, "You'll what...? Oh that's right. You can't do anything, because you're a worthless little brat who can't do anything..."
"My dad will stop you..."
"Not before I destroy him, and ruin that whore of a mother you have!"
Okay, now that was it! Threatening to harm his sister was bad enough, but calling his mother that was the LAST straw. Growling, Troy struggled to escape some more, as he broke away and stood up. "Don't you DARE call my mother that!" He warned, punching the man in the stomach, before running off.
But sadly, Troy couldn't get very far, as Mr. Deville grabbed him by the waist and picked him up, "You little bastard!" He growled, "You're going to pay for that."
Now the child was scared as he was dragged away.
"The look in his eyes... it was like he was possessed, Dad..." Troy whispered. "He... he took me to the basement of the school... it was sound proof... and then he started to torture me... and kept telling me out worthless and pathetic I am... and he kept telling me how he was gonna get Maia... and force me to watch... Dad... I'm so scared..."
Jake looked at his son, "Troy... this has been going on for weeks... why didn't you tell me?"
"He... would have killed me... I couldn't say anything..."
"Is that why you came home so suddenly that day...?"
The child nodded as more tears began to fall, "I don't know why he hates me so much... but I can't take it... Dad, you have to do something... I'm worried about Maia... you have to save her..."
The former pirate stood up and glared, "Don't worry, son... I won't let that monster get away with this... I won't let him touch my baby girl..."
With that, he hugged his son. Troy gladly accepted the hug.
But in Jake's own mind... he was craving... for revenge...
So, Mr. Deville... you think you can abuse my son and get away with it... well, you certainly haven't met me yet... the real me!
Oh my gosh... oh my gosh...
So, we finally find the culprit of who attacked Troy, and next chapter, Jake's gonna catch him. Plus, we'll find out that these people have a history with both Jake and Izzy... mostly the teachers. Here's a preview for it:
Jake was breathing heavily as he pinned Mr. Deville to the wall. His hands were wrapped tightly around his neck. The evil teacher has a smug grin on his face that Jake wanted to smack off so badly...
Izzy held on to Maia protectively, as she watched the policemen do their job in helping Jake restrain the man. As she did, she noticed someone walk into the room, and recognized her.
"S-S-Sophie...?"
Ms. Gomez chuckled as she looked over at the former pirate girl, "Isabelle... haven't seen you in such a... long... long time... how long was it... twelve years ago?"
Maia then looked up at her mother, "Mom... you know my teacher...?"
Izzy frowned, "I know her too well..."
"Sophie, stay away from my wife!" Jake warned.
"What? I can't reunited with an old friend...?" The teacher asked, smirking.
"I am NOT your friend!" Izzy shot at her. "I never was, and I never will be!"
Maia was looking back and forth between her mother, father, and Ms. Gomez. Just what were they talking about? She continued to watch carefully. Mr. Deville chuckled evilly, "It's nice to see a former employee of mine... Isabelle..." He said.
Izzy blushed deeply... "Hello, old boss..."
What? Izzy used to work for Mr. Deville. How can this be so? We'll find out in the next chapter. So until then, I will see you guys later, so don't forget to review please, thank you!
