I'm baaack :P (Just kidding)
Here's the next chapter... And this is getting kind of sad, evilness might stop soon :( (I know, that's probably a good thing, but it's still fun to write :P)
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Chapter 23 - First Day Back
Placing her things on the table, Abby sat down next to Luka in the front of the classroom.
"Wow, that's weird. No new girls having tried stealing you yet?" Trying not to smile he gave her his best, fake, offended look.
"Well hello to you too." Smiling she rolled her eyes, playfully punching his shoulder. "Ouch!" He started rubbing his shoulder, causing Abby to start laughing.
"Ha ha, very funny. That surely didn't hurt." He didn't say anything, he just gave her a pouting face. "I barely even touched you!" She tried really hard to pretend being serious, but it was as good as impossible.
"Oh, look who it is." Recognizing the voices Abby turned around to face two of the 'popular' girls. "It's little miss math geek."
"Yeah, shouldn't you be in like, physics? And not just chemistry 1?" She was about to say something to them, but she never got a chance before the teacher entered the classroom.
"Did I hear someone say 'math geek'?" Abby quickly turned back around and looked down embarrassed.
"Oh yeah." She just continued looking down, trying to ignore the other girls. She could hear them giggle behind her, so she wasn't doing a very good job at shutting them out.
"Well that's awesome." This made Abby look up at the teacher. Now when she thought about it, she'd never seen him before. "I like math geeks. They are usually the ones who get something out of their lives." He looked directly at Abby, giving her a small smile which caused her to blush and look away.
"Anyways, welcome to chemistry everyone. I'm Mr. Alberts, but you can just call me Mr. A. I'm new here at this school, just moved here from Boston, but I have no doubt at all that you guys will make me feel I belong here in no time."
"Ion quizzes." Abby stopped putting her things into her locker and turned to look at Luka, not knowing if it was a question or a statement.
"Hey, I think it sounds good." He leaned up against the lockers, waiting for Abby to get out her U.S. History book when she turned back around to face it.
"To be able to remember a lot of weird ions and have a test in then every week?" She slammed her locker and they started walking down the hall.
"Yep." A little smile formed on her face when she saw Luka looking at her in disbelieve. "Come on, Luka, it's not that hard. You got them all on a piece of paper. And besides, it can't hurt you to know them." She gave him a smile, knowing he knew that she was right, as they walked into their U.S. history class, sitting down in the back of the room.
"I guess." He smiled back at her, loving the fact that she seemed okay happy today. "So, for lunch. Wanna go eat Mexican?" She bit her lip as she nodded, getting hungry just by the thought of food.
"Yeah, sure, sounds good." She turned back around in her seat to look at the smart board as the bell rang.
Walking into the apartment, Abby walked straight to her room, putting her backpack on the floor between her bed and the desk.
She was smiling and it felt nice. She wasn't sure weather or not she wanted to stop smiling. She wanted to smile, she liked the feeling, but at the same time walking around and smiling like crazy made her feel so, well, cheesy. But well, she probably wouldn't be able to wipe the smile off her face, no matter how much she tried.
Today had been good. School had actually been okay, she liked her new teachers and none of the classes were too bad. But of course the best parts were the two classes she had with Luka right before lunch, and then lunch itself.
Luka hadn't lied when he said they were eating Mexican, which he knew was her favorite. He had just left out the fact that he had brought it from home. He had actually made burritos the evening before and brought them to school, so they could eat them during lunch. She still couldn't believe he had actually done that for her, but she loved him for it.
They had spent the entire lunch break at the old willow tree behind the school, just chatting and fooling around. They had had so much fun that they almost forgot to eat their lunch, the lunch Luka had made himself.
Still smiling, she walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. This summer was hotter than any summer she could ever imagine, so without anything to drink, getting dehydrated would be inevitable.
Slamming the refrigerator door she turned back around, stopping abruptly when her heart skipped a beat. Richard was standing right in front of her with his arms crossed across his chest, looking down at her with that cold, icy stare.
"What are you doing here?" His facial expression remained the same as he tilted his head to the side. "I thought you were going out of town for the next couple of days." He let out a little laugh, the look in his eyes turning more and more careless.
"It got cancelled. How was school?" She stepped back, not liking the feeling of only being inches away from him. She was surprised by the fact that she couldn't smell any alcohol on him, that he seemed as sober as one could be.
"It was fine." Tightening the grip oh her water bottle, she pushed past him and walked towards her room, silently praying that he wouldn't ruin her so far perfect day.
"Hey Abby!" She stopped walking and closed her eyes as she felt him approaching her from behind. "You don't seriously think that just because you're back in school, you're off the hook. Do you?" With the last part of the sentence she felt his hot breath on her neck, causing shivers to run through her body. The bad kind of shivers.
When she didn't answer, he painfully grabbed a hold of her neck, shoving her into the wall, which caused her to drop the bottle the second her head banged against the door frame.
"When I'm talking to you, you answer me! Understood?" Trying to hold back a quiver she slightly nodded, but it wasn't good enough for him, so he dug his fingers into her thigh, never even moving the other hand from her neck.
"Yes sir." Continuing to dig deeper, he gave her a fake smile, slowly inching towards her.
"You keep on saying that, but somehow you always seem to forget!" This time he didn't give her a chance to reply before he grabbed her hair and pulled her after him into the bedroom.
The second he let go of her, she moved her hand to the back of her head where she'd hit the door frame, just to realize that it got covered in blood when she looked at it again. The wound wasn't bad enough to need stitches, but it still hurt like hell.
"I haven't got all day, you know!" His half angry voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she noticed that he was laying on the bed. Like he was waiting for her. She just looked at him confused, not sure what it was he wanted from her.
"I figured that you've had enough practice at this to take over the leading part, so come on and make me feel pleasure." She continued staring at him, biting her lip. Was he really asking her to do what she thought he meant? She started carefully shaking her head, not wanting to do it. Not only wasn't she sure if she even knew how to, but this would also mean that it looked like she wanted to. It couldn't really be qualified as 'against-her-will' if she was the one doing all the work, being in control. Could it?
"Just make it look like you're enjoying this as much as I do." Recognizing the evil tone in his voice, the one that told her she was as good as dead if she didn't do what he said immediately, she slowly and hesitantly moved towards him. Closing her eyes, and with her hands shaking like crazy, she started taking off her clothes. First her shoes, which were kicked into the wall. Then her jeans were slowly slipped off her legs and kicked in the same direction, soon followed by her shirt, all while keeping her eyes closed and not breathing.
She slowly brought her hands up to the back of her bra, but as she was about to unhook it Richard stopped her. "Leave those on for now. Just get over here." Carefully dropping her arms down to her sides, she slowly opened her eyes and walked towards the bed, once again holding her breath. He nodded towards the bed, and scared, she crawled up on it in the other end.
"Now, don't forget the foreplay! You know, the touching, licking, kissing etcetera. That's the best part!" She swallowed hard, frozen to her spot. She did so not want to do his. Just the thought of it made her nauseous. Couldn't he just beat her up and come up with new, painful torture methods instead?
So much for her day being perfect.
