Disclaimer: Anyone and anything familiar like Sarah, Jareth, and Toby etc.
belong to the almighty Mr. Henson. Everyone else belongs to me.
*Again, a very special thank you to my beta Melody for helping me out with the story
Ed. Note: This chapter contains some sexual content. If this stuff bothers you then shoo! (It's nothing graphic)
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Sarah walked by herself down to Mr. Monti's class to hear what he had to say about her paper. It was 2:20, so he had better make it fast. Sarah knocked lightly on the open door to his class and entered when she heard him answer, "Come in" in return.
"Please, close the door behind you." Sarah, doing as she was told, closed the door and took a seat at the desk directly across from Mr. Monti.
"Sarah, your paper-"
"It's horrible I know. That's why I got a zero on it." She burst out into tears.
"Sarah, whatever are you talking about? That's not the case at all." He said, rising from his desk and walking over to her, He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. "Here, dry your tears." He said standing behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Your paper was the most amazing thing I've read anywhere. It's so, realistic." He leaned over and scrawled a one hundred on her story in his small, fancy print. "You deserve a one hundred for your amazing work." He said, lowering his voice. Sarah gave him a small smile and squirmed uncomfortably in the hard seat. She looked at her watch and saw she had five minutes to meet Aaron in the library.
"Um, I should be going." Sarah said.
"Why the rush?" He asked his breath hot on her neck and his eyes traveling downward to peer into her shirt. Sarah grabbed at the neck of her shirt and pulled it up.
"I'm supposed to be meeting someone." Ignoring her, Mr. Monti placed his hand on her thigh, and slowly moved it up towards her body.
"Surely, they wouldn't mind if you were a little late." He whispered in her ear. Sarah pushed him back and jumping out of her chair, she ran to the door. She turned the knob but it was locked. She kept trying, turning on pulling on the knob, hitting the door wanting to get out, but nothing worked. She turned and Mr. Monti was behind her, cornering her against the door. He placed his hand on the wall over her shoulder.
"Going somewhere?" Sarah slapped him across the face. Shocked at first, he then became furious with her. He threw her against the desk in a fit of rage. She slammed against it and fell onto the floor. Tears began streaming down her face, mascara streaking her cheeks. Mr. Monti was across the room in a second and on top of her. She began screaming and kicking wand wailing her fists in all directions to try to get him off of her but he overpowered her. This angered Monti further but also excited him; he had wanted this reaction from her. To Sarah, it was if he was growing stronger and stronger, gaining her strength from her as she became more frightened. His eyes seemed to glow with evil and adrenaline surged through his veins. He grabbed Sarah's shirt and ripped at it. Buttons went flying off all over the room from the force of it. He pulled her closed him and fondled with the clasp of her bra until it opened. He threw back against the desk again and roughly grabbed her breast, his hard, callused hands scratching her. At the same time with the other hand, he managed to open and unzip his pants.
"No." was all Sarah could get out between sobs. She shook her head and covered her face in embarrassment as Mr. Monti worked on opening her pants.
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Aaron looked at the clock. It was 2:25 and there was no sign of Sarah anywhere. He looked around the library again on more time and wondered where she was. He remembered her saying something during lunch about seeing Mr. Monti about her paper. He figured he would walk down to the classroom to see if she was still there. He walked to room 260 and lightly knocked on the door. When no-one answered he tried to turn the knob. It was locked so he thought Mr. Monti had already gone for the day. Just as Aaron turned to leave then thought he heard a noise from inside the room. He leaned his ear against the door to listen.
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While Mr. Monti was focused on undoing her pants and trying to slide them down Sarah thought she heard someone knock on the door and saw the doorknob jiggle. She gathered up whatever strength she could muster and with all her might screamed, "HELP!" Mr. Monti's head shot up. Without hesitating, he slapped Sarah across the face, knocking her off balance. She hit the floor landing hard on her right arm. Without missing a beat, he pulled her back up again. Tears continued to stream down her face between the pain, embarrassment and fear that she was feeling. Suddenly the door flew open and Sarah strained to see who it was but Mr. Monti was blocking her view. Mr. Monti moved faster, he grabbed himself out of his pants and Sarah squeezed her eyes shut to prepare for the worst. Then all of a sudden, the weight on top of her was gone. She opened her eyes and Mr. Monti was on the other side of the room, laying on the floor against the radiator. Aaron was standing over her as she stared in disbelief. For a moment, she turned her head and saw Mr. Monti heading straight for Aaron.
"Aaron look out!" she cried. Aaron turned and threw his fist out just in time and nailed Mr. Monti in the stomach. He doubled over with the wind knocked out of him.
"You little son of a bitch." Monti snared as he held his stomach. On top of him again, Aaron slammed his knee right into Mr. Monti's groin. Mr. Monti fell to floor with a sick look on his face. Aaron's eyes were raging with fury as he landed one more hard kick in to Monti's stomach that sent him sliding across the floor. His head banged the radiator and knocked him out cold. After making certain Mr. Monti was knocked out, he quickly ran over to Sarah, who was frozen to her spot on the floor.
"Oh, Sarah, are you all right? That bastard, how did this happen? Did he hurt you?" She just kept looking at Mr. Monti, her eyes wide and he mouth open but unable to form words. After a few moments, she started sobbing uncontrollably. Aaron pulled her into his arms and tried soothing her as she cried into his chest.
"Shh, it's alright. Everything will be fine now, it's over, I'm here. Shh." After about 10 minutes, Sarah was finally able to catch her breath.
"Alright let's try to get you fixed up. Sarah nodded her head as Aaron helped her to her feet. She zipped up her jeans with trembling hands and just looked up at Aaron while holding her shirt closed, since all the buttons had been ripped off.
"What's the matter?" he looked a little closer, "oh. Here take my jacket." He placed his jacket over her shoulders as she slid her arms into the sleeves and zipped up the front of it. Aaron grabbed a tissue from the desk and handed it to Sarah to dry her eyes. When they got into the halls Sarah kept her head down to try to avoid all the stares. Aaron made sure to keep his arm around her shoulder and his other hand holding onto her forearm. People just stared and whispered as they made their way through the school and out the front door.
"Do you have a car or anything to get home?" Aaron asked. Sarah shook her head. She looked as though she was about to start crying again as she remembered that her car wouldn't start this morning.
"It's alright, it's alright." Aaron said quickly, "I'll walk you home. Which way do you live?" Sarah pointed to the left and they began walking. They went in silence the rest of the way with Aaron never once removing his arm from her shoulder. They got to the front of her house; it looked too perfect with a fresh blanket of snow and newly shoveled walkway. For some reason, this disgusted Sarah. They walked up the path to the door but Sarah froze before stepping onto the porch.
"What's the matter? Come on inside so we can clean you up." She still didn't move. "Come on, it'll be nice and warm inside. Are you alright?"
"I can't go in there. Not like this. I don't want them to see me like this. They'll start asking questions and I can't deal with that right now. They'll ask about you too. Go look in the window; see if anybody's standing in the way from the door to the staircase." Sarah just looked at him, her eyes still red and puffy with mascara stained cheeks and her hands trembling slightly. Aaron muttered something to himself under his breath and checked in the window. 'Geez, after what just happened you'd think he could look in the window without muttering and complaining about it.' Sarah thought.
"It's clear, there's no one there." She nodded to him, walked up onto the porch, and quickly swung to the door open to avoid it making any squeaking noises. They walked in she closed it again behind them. Sarah looked around they foyer then quickly dashed up the stairs into her room, followed closely by Aaron. She told Aaron to sit on her bed while she changed into a new shirt. She came back out of her closet wearing a blue billowy shirt. She sat down next to Aaron.
"Alright, let's have a look at you. Did he hit you?" Aaron asked, noticing a small bruise forming on Sarah's cheekbone. She cast her glance to the floor, ashamed. Aaron put his hand under her chin and tilted her head back up to look into her eyes. "Where else did he hurt you?" Sarah got up and turned around then lifted her shirt to show Aaron her back; it had bruises stretching all along it from being slammed so hard against the desk. Then she held out her right arm and Aaron saw that her wrist was swollen. He tried to move her hand up slightly but she flinched with pain. "I think it's sprained." He told her.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." She disappeared from the room for a minute and returned with an ace bandage and a damp washcloth. She handed the bandage to Aaron and instructed him on how properly to wrap her wrist up, then handed him the washcloth. He softly cleaned the make up from her face being careful to avoid the bruise.
"There." He said when he was finished. "Now, tell me what he did to do." Aaron said. His voice had gained an icy edge, and revenge flared in his eyes. "Everything."
Sarah explained the whole thing. She described every detail, stopping only occasionally to regain herself if she started to cry. Aaron sat in silence the entire time waiting for her finish before doing or saying anything.
"What am I going to do? I can't go back there tomorrow."
"You have to. You can't let him know he won."
"No, I can't. I can't go back. I need more time."
"Alright, don't go tomorrow, but we'll talk after that. Meanwhile, think about telling someone what happened." Sarah opened her mouth to protest but Aaron wouldn't let her, "I'll go with you if you can't do it by yourself." Sarah sighed.
"Alright."
"I should probably get going before someone comes up here looking for you."
"Ok, oh! Here, don't forget your jacket. You remember your way out?" Aaron nodded his head "Ok, don't let anyone see you.
"Don't worry they won't." He flashed a brilliant smile at her. Then they stood for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. "I like your little owl over there." He said, pointing to the ceramic owl.
"What, oh. Yea. That thing. Thanks, it was a present."
"Well, bye." Aaron said.
"Yea, bye then." And with that, he walked out of the room quiet as a mouse and was gone.
*Again, a very special thank you to my beta Melody for helping me out with the story
Ed. Note: This chapter contains some sexual content. If this stuff bothers you then shoo! (It's nothing graphic)
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Sarah walked by herself down to Mr. Monti's class to hear what he had to say about her paper. It was 2:20, so he had better make it fast. Sarah knocked lightly on the open door to his class and entered when she heard him answer, "Come in" in return.
"Please, close the door behind you." Sarah, doing as she was told, closed the door and took a seat at the desk directly across from Mr. Monti.
"Sarah, your paper-"
"It's horrible I know. That's why I got a zero on it." She burst out into tears.
"Sarah, whatever are you talking about? That's not the case at all." He said, rising from his desk and walking over to her, He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. "Here, dry your tears." He said standing behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Your paper was the most amazing thing I've read anywhere. It's so, realistic." He leaned over and scrawled a one hundred on her story in his small, fancy print. "You deserve a one hundred for your amazing work." He said, lowering his voice. Sarah gave him a small smile and squirmed uncomfortably in the hard seat. She looked at her watch and saw she had five minutes to meet Aaron in the library.
"Um, I should be going." Sarah said.
"Why the rush?" He asked his breath hot on her neck and his eyes traveling downward to peer into her shirt. Sarah grabbed at the neck of her shirt and pulled it up.
"I'm supposed to be meeting someone." Ignoring her, Mr. Monti placed his hand on her thigh, and slowly moved it up towards her body.
"Surely, they wouldn't mind if you were a little late." He whispered in her ear. Sarah pushed him back and jumping out of her chair, she ran to the door. She turned the knob but it was locked. She kept trying, turning on pulling on the knob, hitting the door wanting to get out, but nothing worked. She turned and Mr. Monti was behind her, cornering her against the door. He placed his hand on the wall over her shoulder.
"Going somewhere?" Sarah slapped him across the face. Shocked at first, he then became furious with her. He threw her against the desk in a fit of rage. She slammed against it and fell onto the floor. Tears began streaming down her face, mascara streaking her cheeks. Mr. Monti was across the room in a second and on top of her. She began screaming and kicking wand wailing her fists in all directions to try to get him off of her but he overpowered her. This angered Monti further but also excited him; he had wanted this reaction from her. To Sarah, it was if he was growing stronger and stronger, gaining her strength from her as she became more frightened. His eyes seemed to glow with evil and adrenaline surged through his veins. He grabbed Sarah's shirt and ripped at it. Buttons went flying off all over the room from the force of it. He pulled her closed him and fondled with the clasp of her bra until it opened. He threw back against the desk again and roughly grabbed her breast, his hard, callused hands scratching her. At the same time with the other hand, he managed to open and unzip his pants.
"No." was all Sarah could get out between sobs. She shook her head and covered her face in embarrassment as Mr. Monti worked on opening her pants.
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Aaron looked at the clock. It was 2:25 and there was no sign of Sarah anywhere. He looked around the library again on more time and wondered where she was. He remembered her saying something during lunch about seeing Mr. Monti about her paper. He figured he would walk down to the classroom to see if she was still there. He walked to room 260 and lightly knocked on the door. When no-one answered he tried to turn the knob. It was locked so he thought Mr. Monti had already gone for the day. Just as Aaron turned to leave then thought he heard a noise from inside the room. He leaned his ear against the door to listen.
***
While Mr. Monti was focused on undoing her pants and trying to slide them down Sarah thought she heard someone knock on the door and saw the doorknob jiggle. She gathered up whatever strength she could muster and with all her might screamed, "HELP!" Mr. Monti's head shot up. Without hesitating, he slapped Sarah across the face, knocking her off balance. She hit the floor landing hard on her right arm. Without missing a beat, he pulled her back up again. Tears continued to stream down her face between the pain, embarrassment and fear that she was feeling. Suddenly the door flew open and Sarah strained to see who it was but Mr. Monti was blocking her view. Mr. Monti moved faster, he grabbed himself out of his pants and Sarah squeezed her eyes shut to prepare for the worst. Then all of a sudden, the weight on top of her was gone. She opened her eyes and Mr. Monti was on the other side of the room, laying on the floor against the radiator. Aaron was standing over her as she stared in disbelief. For a moment, she turned her head and saw Mr. Monti heading straight for Aaron.
"Aaron look out!" she cried. Aaron turned and threw his fist out just in time and nailed Mr. Monti in the stomach. He doubled over with the wind knocked out of him.
"You little son of a bitch." Monti snared as he held his stomach. On top of him again, Aaron slammed his knee right into Mr. Monti's groin. Mr. Monti fell to floor with a sick look on his face. Aaron's eyes were raging with fury as he landed one more hard kick in to Monti's stomach that sent him sliding across the floor. His head banged the radiator and knocked him out cold. After making certain Mr. Monti was knocked out, he quickly ran over to Sarah, who was frozen to her spot on the floor.
"Oh, Sarah, are you all right? That bastard, how did this happen? Did he hurt you?" She just kept looking at Mr. Monti, her eyes wide and he mouth open but unable to form words. After a few moments, she started sobbing uncontrollably. Aaron pulled her into his arms and tried soothing her as she cried into his chest.
"Shh, it's alright. Everything will be fine now, it's over, I'm here. Shh." After about 10 minutes, Sarah was finally able to catch her breath.
"Alright let's try to get you fixed up. Sarah nodded her head as Aaron helped her to her feet. She zipped up her jeans with trembling hands and just looked up at Aaron while holding her shirt closed, since all the buttons had been ripped off.
"What's the matter?" he looked a little closer, "oh. Here take my jacket." He placed his jacket over her shoulders as she slid her arms into the sleeves and zipped up the front of it. Aaron grabbed a tissue from the desk and handed it to Sarah to dry her eyes. When they got into the halls Sarah kept her head down to try to avoid all the stares. Aaron made sure to keep his arm around her shoulder and his other hand holding onto her forearm. People just stared and whispered as they made their way through the school and out the front door.
"Do you have a car or anything to get home?" Aaron asked. Sarah shook her head. She looked as though she was about to start crying again as she remembered that her car wouldn't start this morning.
"It's alright, it's alright." Aaron said quickly, "I'll walk you home. Which way do you live?" Sarah pointed to the left and they began walking. They went in silence the rest of the way with Aaron never once removing his arm from her shoulder. They got to the front of her house; it looked too perfect with a fresh blanket of snow and newly shoveled walkway. For some reason, this disgusted Sarah. They walked up the path to the door but Sarah froze before stepping onto the porch.
"What's the matter? Come on inside so we can clean you up." She still didn't move. "Come on, it'll be nice and warm inside. Are you alright?"
"I can't go in there. Not like this. I don't want them to see me like this. They'll start asking questions and I can't deal with that right now. They'll ask about you too. Go look in the window; see if anybody's standing in the way from the door to the staircase." Sarah just looked at him, her eyes still red and puffy with mascara stained cheeks and her hands trembling slightly. Aaron muttered something to himself under his breath and checked in the window. 'Geez, after what just happened you'd think he could look in the window without muttering and complaining about it.' Sarah thought.
"It's clear, there's no one there." She nodded to him, walked up onto the porch, and quickly swung to the door open to avoid it making any squeaking noises. They walked in she closed it again behind them. Sarah looked around they foyer then quickly dashed up the stairs into her room, followed closely by Aaron. She told Aaron to sit on her bed while she changed into a new shirt. She came back out of her closet wearing a blue billowy shirt. She sat down next to Aaron.
"Alright, let's have a look at you. Did he hit you?" Aaron asked, noticing a small bruise forming on Sarah's cheekbone. She cast her glance to the floor, ashamed. Aaron put his hand under her chin and tilted her head back up to look into her eyes. "Where else did he hurt you?" Sarah got up and turned around then lifted her shirt to show Aaron her back; it had bruises stretching all along it from being slammed so hard against the desk. Then she held out her right arm and Aaron saw that her wrist was swollen. He tried to move her hand up slightly but she flinched with pain. "I think it's sprained." He told her.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." She disappeared from the room for a minute and returned with an ace bandage and a damp washcloth. She handed the bandage to Aaron and instructed him on how properly to wrap her wrist up, then handed him the washcloth. He softly cleaned the make up from her face being careful to avoid the bruise.
"There." He said when he was finished. "Now, tell me what he did to do." Aaron said. His voice had gained an icy edge, and revenge flared in his eyes. "Everything."
Sarah explained the whole thing. She described every detail, stopping only occasionally to regain herself if she started to cry. Aaron sat in silence the entire time waiting for her finish before doing or saying anything.
"What am I going to do? I can't go back there tomorrow."
"You have to. You can't let him know he won."
"No, I can't. I can't go back. I need more time."
"Alright, don't go tomorrow, but we'll talk after that. Meanwhile, think about telling someone what happened." Sarah opened her mouth to protest but Aaron wouldn't let her, "I'll go with you if you can't do it by yourself." Sarah sighed.
"Alright."
"I should probably get going before someone comes up here looking for you."
"Ok, oh! Here, don't forget your jacket. You remember your way out?" Aaron nodded his head "Ok, don't let anyone see you.
"Don't worry they won't." He flashed a brilliant smile at her. Then they stood for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. "I like your little owl over there." He said, pointing to the ceramic owl.
"What, oh. Yea. That thing. Thanks, it was a present."
"Well, bye." Aaron said.
"Yea, bye then." And with that, he walked out of the room quiet as a mouse and was gone.