Not That Girl

Chapter 19

Emily dumped a pile of clothes on me while I lay in bed annoyed, this is the first day I can remember that she's woken up first. Truth is, I've been lying here dreading my philosophy class with Mr Matthews.

'Get up or we'll be late.'

'Okay, okay.'

I sleepily pulled on the jeans she gave me and took of my pajama top, just as I was clipping my bra I heard Emily gasp. I turned quickly, 'What's the matter?'

'Your back, it's all bruised.' Shit, yesterday when Mr Matthews pushed me.

'I fell.'

'Yeah right, that doesn't happen from some small fall.'

I turned around to pull on a shirt as she took out her cell phone. 'It's nothing Emily.'

I left the room before Emily could ask more questions and realized my hands were trembling as I pulled down the black racer back shirt I'd grabbed. Making my way to class Michael met me outside with a smirk.

'Hey, wanna sit with me today or are you still avoiding me?'

'I'm not avoiding you.'

'Could've fooled me.'

'Sorry, I'll sit with you.' I faked a smile and let him lead me to a seat near the front of the room.

Emily and William soon showed up and took their seats. It was hard to ignore the worried looks Em was sending me the entire class but even worse was the fact that Mr Matthews was so close to me. No one in the room has any idea what happened, what he's been doing and I have to deal with him again.

The bell rang and I stiffened.

Students quickly left the room and I rushed to pack up my things but the pens kept slipping from my grasp making it hard.

'Miss Rochester, I'd appreciate some help setting up for my next class.'

So that's the excuse he's going to use.

'Yes sir.'

William stopped near the door, 'Do you need any more help? I could stay.'

'I'm sure we can manage but that you Mr Hemmon.'

William nodded and left, closing the door behind him and making me want to scream. Mr Matthews smiled at this and walked straight to me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He held my stiff body against him and ran his hands over my back.

'You're so pretty Veronica, I love your soft skin and this long black hair.' He curled the braid around his fist and pulled hard so I had to look up at him. Tears stung my eyes from the pain.

'Put your hands around my neck.' It was a command.

He tugged on my hair when I didn't respond making me quickly do as I was told.

'Good girl, now I want you to stay quiet and you're not allowed to leave this time.'

He ran his other hand up my thigh and under my shirt letting his fingers rest on my stomach, toying with my belly ring, he tugged painfully before moving his hand up to cup my breast over the bra.

When he roughly squeezed I felt the tears start to slip down my cheeks.

'Why're you crying Veronica?'

'I want you to stop touching me.'

He smiled and let go of my hair only to slip his other hand up under the back of my shirt, my breath hitched as Mr Matthews unclipped my bra. He removed his hands and pulled the straps down my arms one by one stretching the elastic. I winced when he pulled the bra out from under my shirt. It was a simple blue bra with no lace or fancy edging but he looked at it like it was pure gold.