DISCLAMIER: I don't own nor have any rights to Boy Meets World.
Author's note this chapter is very graphic. So you've been warned.
The inexplicit truth about Mr. Turner…
Drifting in and out of reality Morgan let her sweet daydreams consume her entirely. The world that she created through her thoughts was made from beauty and innocence. She could feel the light from her unknown realm beam upon her smiling face. Quietly, she watched, as the room around her became her secret garden. Once again she had become so enthralled in her own thoughts she didn't hear the bell ring. Unknown to her the lunch hour had come to a conclusion leaving her there with her dreams and private wishes. It all ended when he put his hand upon her shoulder.
"I think you just missed the bell," Mr. Turner softly reminded her.
Morgan just sat there watching the ivory and roses fade away with the light slowly leaving through the window.
"Um, Morgan I've been meaning to talk to you," he spoke quietly trying to build up the courage.
Morgan gradually began to realize that she was in the lunchroom and quickly felt the depression slowly slip back in her skin. This place always radiated with sorrow for her.
"Morgan?" Mr. Turner asked surprised at her silence. "Morgan?"
"Yes, Mr. Turner?" Morgan finally answered still not looking at him.
"As I was saying I've been meaning to talk to you," he repeated himself.
"What about?" she asked.
"Hey, you know that I'm friend and if you need someone to talk to that you can come to me, right?" he asked trying to make her comfortable. "And if you had something to tell me I wouldn't tell anyone,"
"It seems lately I have a lot of friends with open ears. Why, just yesterday I had two or three boys and girls tell me the same thing," She answered. "I wasn't aware that I've become so popular or I might have changed my shirt,"
"People have been worried about you lately," Mr. Turner continued dismissing her tries for humour. "Should they have a reason too?"
"Were you being honest when you said that whatever I tell you is confidential?" she asked raising her eyebrow. "Or where you just trying to make me comfortable thinking I would let you be my saviour?"
"Yes, whatever you say stays between you and me," he answered. "And I think you know I wouldn't try to hurt you in any way,"
An uneasy silence befell upon them while they both wondered what the other was going to say.
"There's no need to worry about me," she said.
"Really and why shouldn't we worry?" He folded his arms and sat beside her.
"Truthfully I should worry about those who care for me…but I don't," she said not answering his question.
"You didn't answer me. Why shouldn't people worry about you?" he asked again.
"At one time I thought the world and the people around me were asleep. It appeared to me that everyone in this town lives in one-single-mind frame and that they were too afraid to question anything or change. Then I realized I was the one, indeed, who was asleep and too afraid to question or change the environment around me," she breathed and started to continue. "Slowly I began to rethink my values and others as well it took time since I was young and naïve, but gradually the flower of knowledge finally began to bloom. I could finally see past the mental walls that have always guarded me. And not only could I see through the walls, but more importantly I could understand them as well,"
Amazed by this sudden confession Jonathan Turner didn't have a ready-reply. He could only supply a surprised gasp for who knew that this could spring from the Matthews clan?
"I felt as if I had been touched by some unknown force and I could feel the power run through my veins. So, eagerly, I began to see the world with my new eyes and experience more with my new-found knowledge," her mood seemed to change. "It was then I seen that the world around me had not transformed. In my wake I began to see that this new enlightenment was only a burden to carry because somehow in my quest for knowledge I left everyone behind. Meaning that not even parents will understand there is no way that they could. I am beyond their comprehension and I am transforming while I am becoming…and in the darkness with this fact I have formed into something sick and strange,"
"Morgan, growing up is hard on everybody. Facing the facts about your parents and friends is never easy. But you need to lighten up a bit and start enjoying being a kid," Mr. Turner repeated the same thing his parents told him at her age. "Feeling like you don't belong is all apart of wonderful teenage angst cycle. You just can't let it get you down. It might help if you let it out more than keep it all bottled up,"
For the first time in the conversation she turned her attention away from the window and looked directly at him. Her blue eyes with black painted around them glared at him, but a strange smile formed at her mouth.
"You don't understand either, do you?" she asked.
"Oh, yes I do. You're just going through a hard time. But, don't worry it won't be like this forever," He said folding his hands. "I was a teenager myself,"
"You're quite the man Mr. Turner," the strange smile starting to affect her voice.
"How do you mean?" he asked.
"You know teenagers so well. With your boyish charm and teacher savvy you can easily become any child's mentor," she smugly smiled. "All the while you never think of yourself or even give yourself a pat on the back. You just love helping children because as a child yourself you never had much slack,"
"If that's a compliment I accept," he answered. "If not then I think you better stop,"
"However, alone at night in your small apartment you pleasure yourself while you think those children's mothers you fucked. You dream about all those angelic faces you so selflessly helped discovered the Big O with your firm cock," she could see his tension and sense his fiery passion. "However shocking that omission is, it still isn't your greatest secret as much as you try to push those thoughts away you still get hard every time you see a lovely, older female student bend over in a short skirt. It's at those moments when you can see her white-cotton panties and almost be able to make out her…shall we say 'female parts' that you want to stop caring about your students and induce them into a deeper darker side of seduction,"
Mr. Turner's breath began jagged and rapid meanwhile Morgan continued to smile. It became clearer that Morgan fed off of his fears like a ravenous wolf. She started to move closer to him placing her hand around his knee going up his thigh.
"I know who you are," she hissed into his ear as her hand edged around the forbidden. "I can see who you really are, Jonathan," she moaned while her face was against his own then removed her hand from him. Casually she rose up like a sun goddess and left him alone in the darkness.
"I am not at one with them," Morgan declared while she glowed with her Inner Light.
Smiles Didn't think that was going to happen, did ya?
And also this isn't a follow in for a nasty/exciting relationship between Morgan and Mr. Turner their not going to 'hook up' and that's that…
Besides what I have in mind is much better…
