'I'm so sorry I dropped in uninvited'
'No need to apologize, Dr. Crane. I understand why you're here'
Crane offered a smile as Adam's father poured him a cup of coffee. He looked around him, spotting Adam in the living-room. His mother was currently out of sight. She had told them she was going to put Diana bed early. She had gone through enough.
When she got back, Crane sat up straight. He was dying to know how Diana was doing.
'How is she?' he asked a little too quickly.
Sylvia sat down, and rubbed her forehead.
'In bed' she sighed.
'Can I see her?' Adam asked as he entered the kitchen.
'No. She needs to rest' his father told him.
'Dad-' 'I said no. I know you're concerned; we all are, but you need to give her some space' his mother cut him off.
Adam scoffed.
'I need to give her some space? How about you allowed this teacher in after what I told you about him?' he snarled, pointing an accusing finger at Crane.
'Adam, enough. Go to your room' his father told him.
Crane fought back a grin as Adam slowly lowered his head, and left the kitchen. Both his parents sighed.
'I'm sorry about my son. He's convinced you're trying to hurt his best friend' his father, Richard, spoke.
'I would never put a hand in violence on her, you mustn't worry about that' Crane said with a smile.
He knew that if he got these people to trust him, they would let him into the house more frequently. He even would dare to suggest that he'd give Diana free therapy, just so she'd recover quickly. She had looked so miserable. He couldn't stand it.
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Diana got out of bed, her eyes puffy. Sylvia had told her to sleep, but after ten minutes of tossing and being restless, she gave up. She felt terrible.
She entered the bathroom, and looked around her. She began to look through the drawers, and found a pair of packaged razor blades. She bit her lip hard. Right now, she was so miserable and messed up; she wouldn't hesitate to hurt herself.
She felt as if she wasn't worth anything. Her mother had proven that. She had killed herself to get rid of her. It was obvious to her; no one wanted her.
She unpacked the blades slowly, and held one out in front of her. She held out her wrist, tears in her eyes.
What was she doing? Was she really going to hurt herself? Was it worth it?
She blinked away her tears, and pressed the sharp edge of the blade into her skin. A faint cry of pain left her lips. Blood began to well up around the space she had cut herself, as she slowly dragged the blade across her wrist, the cut shallow, but deep enough to draw a decent amount of blood.
She soon moved to her other wrist, tears spilling from her eyes. While it hurt, she began to feel relief. Everything seemed so much less important to her. The pain actually helped her.
At that moment, Adam passed the bathroom. He nearly tripped at seeing what she was doing. In shock, she dropped the small blade she was holding.
He didn't hesitate to grab both her arms, and drag her out of the bathroom. She squirmed under his grasp.
'No! Adam, let go!' she protested.
'I'm not going to let you do this to yourself!' he snarled back.
He pulled her into the living-room.
'Adam, what in the world-' his dad was cut off when he saw the cuts on her wrists.
He immediately shot up to get the first-aid kit. Sylvia got over to Adam and her, disappointment in her eyes.
'You poor girl. Why would you do that?' she asked.
Diana looked at Crane, whom had a shocked look on his face.
'I didn't k-know what t-to do' she sobbed weakly.
Richard came back with the first-aid kit, as Adam pulled her into the kitchen. Sylvia went to grab a clean towel to dap her wrists. She put her on a chair next to Crane, whom immediately went to open the first-aid kit.
'Shouldn't we call a hospital?' Adam asked worriedly.
'I-I'm fine' Diana softly objected.
'No. No, you're not. Look at yourself. Look at what you did to yourself. Are you insane?' Adam snapped.
'Adam!' his father snarled.
Diana watched Richard grab Adam's arm, and drag him out of the kitchen. Sylvia looked into her eyes, before lowering her eyes to her bleeding wrists.
'The cuts aren't too deep, luckily' she sighed with relief.
Diana stayed still when Sylvia took the bandages from Crane, and began to wrap up her wrists.
'I think it's for the best if you go into therapy' Crane suggested.
'Dr. Crane, I appreciate the input, but we don't have the money to pay a psychiatrist' Sylvia argued.
'I have a PhD in psychology, Mrs. Fischer. I could give her therapy. No payments. I want her to get better as much as you do' Crane said.
'I don't need therapy' Diana argued.
'Yes, you do. You have an obvious trauma from all you were forced to go through. You need to recover' Crane insisted.
Sylvia looked at her, before looking back at Crane. Diana prayed she didn't go through with the idea of therapy. She didn't want to be in therapy.
'Very well then' she gave in.
Diana's eyes widened.
'No…please…I'll get better on my own, I promise' she pleaded.
'You don't have to be alone, sweetheart. We're trying to help you. You're not alone anymore' Sylvia soothed her.
She choked back a sob.
'But-' 'I promise we'll take things slow, Diana. I won't force you to tell me anything' Crane told her.
Sylvia took a step back when he kneeled down in front of her. She rested her hand in her lap.
'You've already made progress. You were very brave to call me this morning' he smiled.
'I-I'm still so scared' she softly said.
He placed his hand atop of hers. She flinched slightly, but didn't push him away. His touch was light, and reassuring. He had proven himself to be a kind, and understanding man.
'It'll take time before you've healed from all this. But I assure you; you can count on me' he assured her.
She gave a faint nod.
'Thank you, Professor Crane' she softly thanked him.
He got up.
'I think it's best for me to leave. Take a few days to rest, before you decide to go back to school. The most important thing is for you to get better' he said.
She turned in her seat, and watched him as he gave Sylvia his card.
'Call me whenever you think she needs help' he instructed before leaving.
She looked up to Sylvia, whom took a seat.
'Don't hurt yourself again' she sighed.
'I'm sorry' Diana apologized.
'Just go to bed now, Diana' she responded.
Diana felt a sting of pain at her comment. It was so obvious she was disappointed.
'I-I'm really sorry' she tried to apologize again.
'I know you are, but you need to go to sleep' Sylvia said.
She got up, and brought her back to her new bedroom.
'Tomorrow, we'll get all your things. For now, all you need is rest' she said.
Diana slowly climbed into bed, tears in her eyes.
'I'm so sorry' she sobbed.
'So am I, sweetie' Sylvia replied before turning off the lights.
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Once Crane got home, he practically tore his tie off. While he was shocked Diana had hurt herself, his lower stomach boiled with unsatisfied heat, and pressure.
She was slowly consuming his thoughts; he couldn't get her out of his head. Whenever he was distracted, images of her flooded into his system. Images of her in his classes, and images of his fantasies. Her lying in his arms, her hips meeting his as he claimed her, her soft, high-pitched voice crying out his name, her hands in his hair…
He entered his bedroom, only to furiously discard his suit jacket, and sweater-vest. His body trembled heavily, as he took a seat on his bed, and took off his glasses to rub his eyes.
'You're tense, Johnny-boy'
'I'm quite aware of that fact'
'You should try to sleep'
'I highly doubt my sleep will be peaceful'
Scarecrow made no comment after that. Crane had noticed Scarecrow had been awfully quiet the past days. He was equally suffering as Crane did, only did Crane bear the physical consequences of his growing obsession, whereas Scarecrow, suffered the mental side more.
Crane decided to turn in early, and began to get changed, only to feel himself awfully uncomfortable in his sleeping pants. He was already sweating as it was, so he felt no use for a t-shirt.
He rested his head back in the thick pillows, unable to come to rest, as Diana kept haunting his mind.
He cherished the dreams he had of her. In his dreams, she wasn't as afraid of him. In fact, in her dreams she loved him, told him she wanted no one but him, and never hesitated to expose herself to him.
He closed his eyes, hoping for some peaceful sleep. He just wished for a good night sleep.
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When Crane opened his eyes, he found himself in Diana's bedroom.
'No…please…stop!'
He was alarmed by her cries for mercy. He hurried downstairs, where he found Diana, struggling underneath her stepfather.
She looked up at seeing him, as did her stepfather. A faint smile crept up her face.
'Jonathan…' she gasped softly.
Her stepfather got up.
'Well well, look at who we have here' he chuckled.
Crane shot out his toxin without hesitation. Her stepfather started screaming. His hands clawed at his face.
'Make it stop!' he cried out.
Crane held out his hand. Diana quickly scrambled to her feet, and took his hand. He held her close, as he watched her stepfather faint.
'Thank you so much, Jonathan. I was so scared' she thanked him.
Her eyes met his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, only to press her lips against his. He quickly took control, cupping her face firmly in his hands, and parting her lips with his tongue. He was growing drunk with need and control, as he pressed her against the wall, earning a soft moan from her.
Her hands tightened themselves in his hair, making him grind his hips slowly against hers. Another moan escaped her, exciting him even further, as his arousal clouded his judgment.
He parted briefly, leaving her panting against him. She looked up to him, her body trembling against his.
'Please…I don't want to be afraid anymore' she begged him softly.
He chuckled, before letting his mouth claim hers again. He picked her up in his arms, not once breaking away from her juicy, soft lips.
He lowered her onto her bed, and began to place passionate kisses to her lovely neck. She sighed and cried out in pleasure underneath him, as he gently massaged her curvy hips.
His hands found her breasts, making him smirk slightly at feeling they didn't fit into his palms completely. He didn't mind; he loved her either way.
He kneaded, and caressed her delicate skin in his hands, enjoying the feeling of it. Her soft moans only added to his excitement, and he felt his pants feel increasingly tight at touching her.
'J-Jonathan…' she whimpered.
He smiled at her plea, and slowly, began to undress her. She looked at him innocently as he undressed himself next, and joined her again on the bed.
'Tell me what you want' he commanded huskily.
'Make love to me, Jonathan' she softly asked.
He smirked. He grasped her fragile hips, before slowly burying himself inside her, her tightness stealing an amount of his breath.
She gasped, not in pain, but in pleasure. She arched her back, and moaned out his name. That did it for him. Firmly, he grabbed her hips, and began to thrust into her, her loud moans and gasps leaving him dazed.
She tried to meet his movements, but she was getting too exhausted to reply. She grasped her fingers into the pillows, her head turned to the side, as her eyes were closed in pure pleasure.
Her moans grew louder, as did his own groans. Sweat collected on both their bodies, showing Crane she would reach her limit soon.
He gave one final thrust, causing her to tighten around him, and send him over the edge. Pleasure overcame him, hit him like a wave of water, made his body tremble violently…
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Crane opened his eyes, and immediately closed his eyes at the bright sunlight pouring through the window.
He felt his body throb violently at his dream. He breathed heavily, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, while the sheets and his sleeping pants felt damp between his legs.
He cursed under his breath. He felt even more frustrated than he had felt before. He felt tempted to lower his hands to his body, to take control of the pleasure, to let it out, but he felt too ashamed to do so.
'Had a nice dream?'
'This girl…I can't control these feelings for her'
'Yes you can'
Crane understood what Scarecrow was suggesting, but he refused to put his hands on himself.
'I'm not doing that'
Scarecrow chuckled.
'So you'll be sexually frustrated the whole day. That's not helping, Johnny'
Crane sighed in defeat, before lying down again. Slowly, he moved his hand down his own body, and closed his eyes, images of Diana before his eyes. Her lovely face, her curvy body…
As he began to touch himself, he felt some relief. And yet, a part of him remained disgusted by himself. He just hoped the brief moment of release was worth it.
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Finally, it's done! A lot's happening in this chapter. I hope you liked it. I had trouble writing Crane's dream though XD
Anyways, have a nice day!
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests