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My mother walks downstairs and into the kitchen. "Hello love, and you are?" My mother introduces. Rebecca looks at me and I nod slightly. "I uhm, Rebecca Alan. Chris' history teacher... I just thought I'd bring her home. She didn't look great." Rebecca smiles. My mother walks from around the kitchen island and puts her hands on my shoulders, I flinch. My father comes to me and strokes my hair. "Well I'm guessing you have work to be doing, so we'll be out of your hair" my father states in a nice tone. I don't get that tone...
"It's a-" Rebecca goes to speak, I give her a look. To stop talking...
"Yeah okay. We have some work" Bec smiles which makes my parents smile. They let go of me and walk towards the door. "Don't work too hard" my mother says.
As the door closes I sigh. I look at my hands and play with my fingers. I can't look her in the eye. "Chris?" I look up at her. I have tears in my eyes. She looks at me confused. I shake my head. "Can we sit down? I-I-I" Rebecca looks at me confused as I speak. I don't normally stutter. She can tell somethings wrong. What's happening to me?
Is this the not eating? I don't know...
"Hey hey hey, it's okay come on...you're really pale...you don't look good" she's being nice. I like it. I normally flirt with her but... I can't. I don't have the strength. To do anything!
We sit on the sofa and I reach for the remote. I turn it on and open Netflix. "Anything specific?" I ask her. She turns her head to look at me. She looks back at the screen and looks at me 'continue watching' she smiles. "I love once upon a time!" I look at the screen and smile. I click play.

We watch for a while until Rebecca speaks. "I don't know much about you...tell me something I'll tell you about me" I look at her and smile. I think what to say and I sit up. I push myself back and turn to sit sideways on the couch. I lean against the arm. Bec does the same. We face each other.
"I'm Crystal Shear, but I go by Chris as you know. I'm 17 and 18 in 4 months... what date is it? 10th February so yeah. Anyways. I have one sibling Calum and I stay at his Mondays and Tuesdays. His roommate is Ashton Dennings my English teacher. My best friends are Lila and Tom. Lila is straight and Tom is gay. I love dogs and history. Not just because you're my teacher but because it's quite interesting. I'm the gay of the school and people like to make fun of me... You're hot and stuff... uhm what else? I'm allergic to strawberries, bees, nuts haha coincidence and I have hay fever. So...yeah" I explain. I watch her face as she's genuinely interested. When I finish she looks up to think. She's thinking what to explain about herself.

"I'm Rebecca Alan and I'm 25 my birthday was a month ago. I have 2 siblings. I don't really have friends. I live alone. I love dogs and cats and I love kinda to teach history. I love having you in my class. Even though I seem like I hate you, you're pretty cool. I'm a lesbian....people don't know...
I'm allergic to...nothing actually. And you're pretty cute. But at the moment you look like you're about to die." I laugh at her remark. She's gay?

Rebecca stands up and walks towards the shelves. She looks at the frames and smiles. I watch her caress the shelves as she walks along looking at the pictures. She picks up one and looks at me. Her smile broads and she looked so happy.

I ask her what picture she is holding

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I ask her what picture she is holding. She turns it round and I smile. "Is this you and Calum and hmm? I don't know?"
A small tears rolls down my face.

I stand up quickly and start breathing heavily

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I stand up quickly and start breathing heavily. She quickly puts the picture down and runs to me. Tears roll down my face. As I collapse to the floor in tears Rebecca catches me.
"I got you it's okay" she says and she strokes my hair. I can tell she's confused...we're sat on the floor, I'm in her arms balling my eyes out. My chest tightening. I can hear her shushing me to calm me down.
Her hand strokes my hair and down the side of my face. Eventually my breathing calms. It's hitched but calm. She's still shushing me . I wrap my arms around her as we sit in in the floor. She had her arm wrapped around my waist and her hand stroking my hair.
"You okay?" She whispers. I sniffle and nod. But she doesn't let go. She lays her chin on my head. "It's okay...you're okay... you wanna talk about it?" I shake my head and cushion my head into her chest.

I hear a car pull up and I sit up. "Sorry..." I say attempting to stand up. I can't. I just sit with my back to the couch. Bec stands up and offers to help me. I wave my hand refusing. My parents walk through the door.
"Hiya love you still here? Has she worked hard?" My mother asks. Rebecca nods and smiles.
"I'm going to go now. Goodnight" She strokes my hair for a second and walks away. She makes it out of the door. As soon as the door closes a switch flips in my parents head. My father runs to me and grabs me.
"You slut!" He drags me over to the mantle and pushes me against it. I'm too weak to fight...
He begins to hit my head against the cold stone of the mantle.

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Wow He changed!!!
Thank you!
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