Teacher - My Desire | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (English) ✔️

[Chapter Thirty-Two]

‼️TW: there will be cursing, sexual content (Gif included) and mention violence in this chapter‼️

Trapped

Tuesday. September 4th 2018.

"I really needed this!", I tell Maria when she stops in front of my home.

"I can imagine! You've been through a lot lately. First all those long and hard shooting days and then Paul."

I sigh. "Yeah. But this voice right before Paula hang up. I know it and I'm hundred percent sure. I just can't connect it with someone until now."

"You will find out, honey. But now go inside. I bet your man is already waiting.", Maria says and winks.

"Not only my man is waiting. Yours too, right?"

"No. Josh is filming 'Future Man' right now."

"Right. I love that show by the way. Hilarious!", I say amused.

She chuckles. "Just ask if you could get a small part. I bet he wouldn't say no."

"What? No!"

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"If you won't ask, I will! And now go, sweetie."

"Okay, okay. I will ask him.", I say and step out of her car. "See you, Maria!"

"See ya!", she says, I close the door and she drives away.

I wave one last time and then turn around to walk the path to the front door.

When I arrive at the front door, I could see that it's dark inside so Jeffrey must be in bed already. I open the door as quiet as I can. I walk upstairs and go into the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth, I lay down in the bed next to Jeffrey, trying not to wake him up. "The queen's back.", Jeffrey growls next to me.

"Shit. I woke you up!", I whisper.

"It's okay.", he says and turns to me. "I hope you and Maria had fun and could relax."

"We had and we could.", I say smiling.

"I missed you.", he says smirking and kisses me while he's leaning over.

I kiss back smiling. "This were just a few hours, lover boy.", I say smirking and lift an eyebrow.

"So? I want you by my side all the time."

"Naww. I love you!", I say and kiss him.

"I love you too!", he says and starts kissing me more passionate.

He kisses down my neck and then he kisses down my belly which makes me to let out a moan.

Four days later. Tuesday. September 8th 2018.

Jeffrey and I are back on set. The last days of our week off, we stayed in bed most of the time. The rest of the time we took care of the animals.

"Skye! You're back!", Paula came smiling to me and takes me into a hug.

"Hey, Paula.", I say as we separate.

"Sorry that I ended the call so fast. My brother came home and told me that he got the job he applied for. I was so happy for him that I-"

"It's okay, Paula. You don't need to explain. But do I know your brother?"

"No. I don't think so. Why?", she asks confused and a little concerned.

"His voice. It sounded so familiar. But it must just sounded different trough the phone."

"Yeah. But I have to go now. Good to have you back!", she says quickly, gives me kiss in my cheek and rushes away.

* There's something she's hiding! I don't know what, but I have to find out! *

Later that day.

It's already dark. The others are still shooting and I'm walking down the street. Suddenly I hear a branch cracking. "Hello?", I shout and stop walking.

Nothing. Silence. I start walking again. Another cracking branch. "Norman. If that's you! It's not funny anymore!", I say seriously and pull my jacket closer to me.

But there is nothing. That's what I'm thinking, but out of nowhere someone's pressing a fabric against my mouth and nose. I try to scream and I brandish with my arms and legs. But even with all my fighting, after a few seconds I get unconscious.

???

I open my eyes slowly. Everything is blurry.

* Where the fuck am I? *

My head hurts. I look around as I sit up, still with half open eyes. I'm sitting on a bed. A comfy one I have to say. The room looks like someone is living here. The wall is painted in a baby blue, on the ceiling is hanging a lamp and the rest of the furniture is made of dark wood. There's a window too, but it's covered with iron poles.

I slowly stand up and tremble over to the window. Like I expected: it's locked. As I turn around, the sound of a key getting turned around in a lock gets my attention. Without looking, I reach for the item on the desk to my right.

I hear the clicking of the lock. My grab on the item tightens as I feel what it is: a perforator.

* Well.. If I hit the head it could work.. Hopefully! *

I go fast back into the bed with my back to the door. The door opens and I hear steps coming closer to me. "Waky waky, baby!", the voice of a me, unfortunately, well known person sounds.

My heart stops for a moment when I realize who this is.

* Paul! You fucking Bastard! *

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Oh oh.. This is turning into a crime story 🤣🤣

Why do you think Paul did this?

I know it's short.. But better than nothing, right? 😅🙈