Teacher's Pet

Chapter 15

I wake up in a dark room, confused and start to panic. All I remember is everything up to the truth or dare game and then that guy hitting on me. What if I went home with that guy? What if I lost my virginity to some tool at a party! What if he raped me! I shoot up and immediately regret it when my head throbs hard, causing me to moan in pain. I look down and I'm wearing a guy's shirt and my panties. Shit. I went home with him. I had sex with him. This is awful. I start to cry and lie back down. If I didn't have this raging headache I would be running right out of here. I hear the door knob rattle and in barges a man but I cant see his face because I squinted from the light. He shuts the door quickly.

"M'sorry.." he says. I pull the rugs up over my head, trying to protect myself from the man- silly idea, I know but what else can I do. I feel a weight on the side of the bed next to me and I feel him put his hand on my side.

"Hannah..." he says. Wait.. I know who it is. He slowly pulls the blanket away and see: it's Niall. I sigh in relief but then start to panic a bit. I had sex with Niall. What have I done.

"Hannah, I brought you some Ibuprofen and water.. It should take away some of the pain." I slowly sit up and take it from him, gulping down the tablets.

"Thank you.. Niall, did we?" I hint at it and it takes him a little bit to figure out what I was asking.

"OOH! No, no, we didn't, god no! I'd never take advantage like that!" he rambles.

"What happened? Why am I wearing this?" I point down. He laughs a bit before replying,

"Do you really want to know?" I nod and his face drops a bit.

"The full story?" He asks. Oh no. what happened. I nod again.

"Well, I was just sitting at home last night, thinking about, um stuff... and I got your text,"

"Wait, I texted you?"

"Yeah, let me finish" I gesture my hand, telling him to continue.

"And then I knew that something was up. Then I got your call," my eyes widen because I didn't remember calling him.

"Yes, you called me." He reads my mind.

"And I could hear that you were drunk, like completely out of it. To be honest, it was disappointing but that was the last thing on my mind when I heard some guy coming onto you." I smile, thinking of him jealous.

"No, Hannah it wasn't jealousy. Well it was a bit, but what made me mad was that I heard you trying to fight him off, and he didn't stop. I straight away got my shoes and ran to my car. I drove, a little over the limit, to the party and saw you out front. You were practically passed out and this guy had you pinned against a wall, grabbing you everywhere." Now his tone is very bitter, his face is screwed up in anger, and his fists are balled. Now I can see- his knuckles are cut. He sees me looking at his hands and he unclenches them.

"I hit him. Really fucking hard. And he was out cold." He looks ashamed but Im happy he did it. I put my hand on his and thank him. He looks down cowardly.

"I'm sorry but he really angered me. Just seeing him do what he did. I'm happy you don't remember it. I don't want you to have to relive that, or have seen me like that. I do not condone violence but something just came over me and I knew I had to do something." He says, trying to explain himself.

"After I hit him, I walked over to you. You were passed out on the floor, and I picked you up. I took you to my car and I laid you down in the back. When I got home, I brought you to my bed to put you to bed and you started to strip aha" he starts to giggle.