There is only one chapter left of this *Sad face* but I just want to say that I'm going to be trying a new fic that will be about the teachers as their years as students.

I'm also thinking of stopping writing altogether after my next story.

Firstly, my stories are bad (Yes guys even I know it)
and secondly, I don't know if anybody actually reading these because I only know of a couple of people who are reviewing

And yes (If you're reading this) you probably think I'm attention seeking to get more reviews and truthfully, I'm not (To your surprise) but if you do want to say something in the review box well that's your choice

Here's another chapter for you, hope you enjoy

Michael's POV

Sunlight streams through the window and brightens up the room. My eyelids flicker and I come out the sleep I find myself in. I look down. I'm naked, with covers over me, lying in the bed that I found myself in last night with my arms around my female attacker.

She curled up to the side of me with her eyes closed; she looks at peace with the world. I realise that if she's asleep, this will be the only time to get out. I really don't want to be stuck in here again hoping for another chance, so I slip a pillow out from behind my head and lay it in front of me. I unclip her arms that are around my waist and quickly push in the pillow, which I took from behind my head, into her now empty hands.

I slide off the bed and tip toe along the floor, trying to not make any noise, and grab my clothes from the top of the chest of drawers. My right leg in half way in my trouser leg when I notice some movement from the bed.

"Shit, she's waking up." I think. I thrust my left leg into the other space and I quickly do my clean suit trousers up.

I look around for what I can defend myself with. The riding crop that she threw behind her last night is lying on the ground close to my feet and I pick it up. She wipes her eyes, stretches and yawns. She looks down expecting to find me cuddling in beside her, but I'm not. She grabs the covers, wraps them around herself, scans the room and notices me in the corner, next to the door.

We stare at each other for a few seconds and I'm the first one to say anything.

"If you come near me, I will use force."

She pounces like a leopard of the bed and comes flying at me. I didn't want to use force but in the situation it was needed. I lift the whip and repeatedly smack her on her torso. She lands on the floor and crawls into a fetal position while screaming and crying for me to stop. I can't though, it's like I finally have power over her. Red marks immediately shown on her skin and I finally stop and throw the object I have in my hand to the opposite side of the room, with such force that the smack it makes echoes around the room.

I grab my shirt which has also been cleaned and ironed from where it has been resting and try to make and escape out the door. But with a little power that she finds in her body she throws out her hand and grasps my ankle. I throw the leg, she has a hold of, behind me but I immediately regret it as I can hear her yelp in pain as my foot comes in contact with her face. I slam her bedroom door behind me and rush down to the bottom of the stairs and pick up my shoes that have been waiting for me.

Linda's POV

I drag myself across the floor to the window and pull myself up to look out. I know he will be there out there in less than a minute so I push the window open grab my bra and pants I wore yesterday and slip them on. I grab a day dress and slide it on. Can't go the way Michael went, it will take too long. So my hands grab the nearest pair of shoes that are beside me and lobber them out the window. When I'm finished I look down. There is a shed that had been put up by the previous owners just out of the window so I climb onto the window ledge and slowly slip on to the roof.

I feel the flat metal underneath my foot, but, my foot hits water from rain that must have fallen last night, and I lose my grip and fall onto the soggy grass. I see Michael come into my eyesight and I scream after him. I push my hands underneath me and I try to get up but I fall again and hear a rack. The bottom of my right leg is hurting so bad that tears are streaming down my face.

"Michael." I scream and he turns around for a moment and he's off sprinting in the opposite direction from where I'm sprawled out on the grass.

Michael's POV

I hear Linda screaming my name and I look back. She's sprawled out on her back garden with mud covering her body. Tears are in her eyes and she looks as if she's in pain. I turn back around and sprint in the opposite direction from her. I run and run till I'm out of breath and I stop, my breath is trying to catch up with me and I pull out my phone from my trouser pocket, that I had picked up on the way out, and phoned an ambulance for her.

"If she was in that amount of pain." I thought. "She would need emergency attention." After telling the woman on the phone the details of where to go I pick up pace again and don't stop until I reach the school.