Losing Control / 4
///So alone///
///Lost in the cold world///
///The wall trapping me///
///Suffocating me until I can breath no more///
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The school bell notified the school that the school has officially ended. My jaws clenched at the thought of seeing the new teacher. What did he want to do? Humiliate me? Fuck me just like everyone else? I walked into my biology class, my hands balled into fists to stop me from trembling.
"Ah, you remembered."
I sat on the back of the classroom, as far as I could get from the teacher. He was looking into a piece of paper with a red pen twirling casually on his fingers.
"Why don't you come to my desk?"
Frowning, I walked to his desk. The pain snapped at me every time I took a step, but I'd rather die than show the arrogant teacher that I was wounded, so I obeyed unwillingly. He brought a chair to his desk and motioned me to sit.
Too close. I was too close to him.
"If you have a problem with me, can you tell me right now? I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot."
"There's nothing. Can I go now?"
"Nope, not unless you tell me. How about we get to know each other better?"
I felt choked. I felt as if invisible hands were wrapped around my neck and tightening its grip with every breath. I didn't want to talk. And a conversation about me was the last thing I wanted to involve myself in. I stayed silent, waiting for him to give up on me.
His eyes were sincere. I have never seen eyes so deep and strong in my life. I felt weak compared to him and I didn't like it.
"So, can you tell me what happened during lunch today?"
If it wasn't for the lack of blood, I would have thought that a dagger went through my neck. I ignored his question and looked away, trying to avoid his intense gaze. He couldn't have been that stupid to not know what happened.
"Well?"
"Someone fucked me. Happy?"
I stood up angrily, pushing the chair back with such force that it fell onto the floor. He didn't have the right to make me feel this way, feel this angry and vulnerable. I wanted to escape from the room before I suffocated, but I knew Mr. Almasy wasn't smart enough to realize this.
I stopped abruptly when I felt his strong hand holding my wrist, pulling me back. If he yanked any harder, I would've have landed on the floor on my ass. I scowled and pulled my arm out of his grasp.
"Talk."
His voice was almost intimidating. If I wasn't so angry, I would have obeyed, but all I wanted was to get out. I took another step towards the exit before he yanked me hard enough to force me on his desk.
"I am not your average teacher, Squall Leonhart. If I want you to talk, I will make you talk."
I couldn't breath, and my head was starting to feel hazy as the images of today's lunchtime flew inside my head. Not only that, the memories I have tried so hard to lock away flooded back. My body started shaking violently, my muscles reminded of the harsh past experiences.
"Don't touch me."
I managed to whisper between my choked sobs. I was angry for not being able to keep my tears back and I was angry at him for bringing back the bitter memories. He seemed shocked as he let go of me. Before I could do anything, the familiar darkness swallowed me, taking in my tired body.
~:+:~
As soon as my eyes fluttered open, I was met with a blinding whiteness threatening to damage my eyes permanently. Groaning, I shifted my body from the blinding light.
"Oh, awake now?"
I opened my eyes lazily, my head feeling as if it was hit by something, hard. I moaned in pain jabbing at my waist. Through my thinly opened eyes, I saw the new teacher sitting next to me on a chair, his elbows resting on the bed.
"Where..where am I?"
"On my bed."
His simple answer was the answer I dreaded. First of all, I felt like crap, secondly, I was reminded of the last thing I wanted to remember, and lastly, I was with him. How much more torture could he make me go through?
"Thank you, teacher, but I have to go now."
"When you are in my house, you don't have to call me a teacher. Call me Seifer, and you are not going anywhere."
"You can't force me to stay."
I hissed involuntarily, my natural instinct of not wanting to be controlled taking effect. He just sighed and ignored my last comment. He walked out the room, leaving me a little dazed and stunned. I didn't care who he was, but I didn't like the way he made me feel.
He came back a little while after, holding a cup in his hand.
"Here. Drink. It's water."
I took the cup, but I didn't want to drink. I didn't want to do anything but sit on the bed and stay still.
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///So alone///
///Lost in the cold world///
///The wall trapping me///
///Suffocating me until I can breath no more///
/////////
The school bell notified the school that the school has officially ended. My jaws clenched at the thought of seeing the new teacher. What did he want to do? Humiliate me? Fuck me just like everyone else? I walked into my biology class, my hands balled into fists to stop me from trembling.
"Ah, you remembered."
I sat on the back of the classroom, as far as I could get from the teacher. He was looking into a piece of paper with a red pen twirling casually on his fingers.
"Why don't you come to my desk?"
Frowning, I walked to his desk. The pain snapped at me every time I took a step, but I'd rather die than show the arrogant teacher that I was wounded, so I obeyed unwillingly. He brought a chair to his desk and motioned me to sit.
Too close. I was too close to him.
"If you have a problem with me, can you tell me right now? I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot."
"There's nothing. Can I go now?"
"Nope, not unless you tell me. How about we get to know each other better?"
I felt choked. I felt as if invisible hands were wrapped around my neck and tightening its grip with every breath. I didn't want to talk. And a conversation about me was the last thing I wanted to involve myself in. I stayed silent, waiting for him to give up on me.
His eyes were sincere. I have never seen eyes so deep and strong in my life. I felt weak compared to him and I didn't like it.
"So, can you tell me what happened during lunch today?"
If it wasn't for the lack of blood, I would have thought that a dagger went through my neck. I ignored his question and looked away, trying to avoid his intense gaze. He couldn't have been that stupid to not know what happened.
"Well?"
"Someone fucked me. Happy?"
I stood up angrily, pushing the chair back with such force that it fell onto the floor. He didn't have the right to make me feel this way, feel this angry and vulnerable. I wanted to escape from the room before I suffocated, but I knew Mr. Almasy wasn't smart enough to realize this.
I stopped abruptly when I felt his strong hand holding my wrist, pulling me back. If he yanked any harder, I would've have landed on the floor on my ass. I scowled and pulled my arm out of his grasp.
"Talk."
His voice was almost intimidating. If I wasn't so angry, I would have obeyed, but all I wanted was to get out. I took another step towards the exit before he yanked me hard enough to force me on his desk.
"I am not your average teacher, Squall Leonhart. If I want you to talk, I will make you talk."
I couldn't breath, and my head was starting to feel hazy as the images of today's lunchtime flew inside my head. Not only that, the memories I have tried so hard to lock away flooded back. My body started shaking violently, my muscles reminded of the harsh past experiences.
"Don't touch me."
I managed to whisper between my choked sobs. I was angry for not being able to keep my tears back and I was angry at him for bringing back the bitter memories. He seemed shocked as he let go of me. Before I could do anything, the familiar darkness swallowed me, taking in my tired body.
~:+:~
As soon as my eyes fluttered open, I was met with a blinding whiteness threatening to damage my eyes permanently. Groaning, I shifted my body from the blinding light.
"Oh, awake now?"
I opened my eyes lazily, my head feeling as if it was hit by something, hard. I moaned in pain jabbing at my waist. Through my thinly opened eyes, I saw the new teacher sitting next to me on a chair, his elbows resting on the bed.
"Where..where am I?"
"On my bed."
His simple answer was the answer I dreaded. First of all, I felt like crap, secondly, I was reminded of the last thing I wanted to remember, and lastly, I was with him. How much more torture could he make me go through?
"Thank you, teacher, but I have to go now."
"When you are in my house, you don't have to call me a teacher. Call me Seifer, and you are not going anywhere."
"You can't force me to stay."
I hissed involuntarily, my natural instinct of not wanting to be controlled taking effect. He just sighed and ignored my last comment. He walked out the room, leaving me a little dazed and stunned. I didn't care who he was, but I didn't like the way he made me feel.
He came back a little while after, holding a cup in his hand.
"Here. Drink. It's water."
I took the cup, but I didn't want to drink. I didn't want to do anything but sit on the bed and stay still.
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