Reflections

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Teacher Psychopath

This is no poem, but a story, so take awhile and read through....

I was full of anger, I got detention unjustly! Why?
I didn't ask for Kelly to be so irritable that she got rilled up and yelled at me... No, that, it was definitely not my fault
Rich Daddy privileges and she got off the hook for yelling at me!
Like, man that's messed up right?
So where was I ?

The teacher was young though and understandable, although he always felt like he had a stick up his ****.
He was probably badass but "school environment"

Oh No, this was not the detention I envisioned, Teacher had offered me a drink and that was all I remembered.
It's dark here, I can't see anything and I feel suspended in the air..
I know for sure, that this is no class.

He comes in and he has this sick smile on his face,
First, he talks about How it is not good to be a bad child
He talks about modesty and says it's above all the best thing in the life of a young chap
Then he calls me beautiful
He says he loves me,
He said he sees me
He touches me
He places his filthy hands on my thighs
He says he knows I am a ****ty one, how?
Mom, where are you, I am scared!!!

He says he has been protecting me since
He said I am his bride?
He tells me how he has kept prying eyes of young hormones from me
I starred wide eyed...

Tarry, Harry, Barry, Willy, Billy.... Him?
Those were all him?I thought I had a bad karma.
This man was sick to the core...
A Psychopath maybe?

But the thing is...

Maybe he was wrong
What if he was simply a fool for following my template?
He thinks he fell in love with me?
He thinks he is obsessed with me?
Ah

I had read him like the back of my hands
I had dated guys and messed them up so much that they would resort to hitting me,
Nobody needed to know that,
I just had to make myself weak, fragile, like an egg..
I wore provocative clothes on certain days and blamed them on the aftermath of a midnight drunkenness
I even faked drunk to his house and made a display
He hurled a taxi for me

I once had a mental breakdown in class
Ah, I wish
That was staged.
He liked vunerable girls, I have myself to him...
I knew all his secrets but I am comfortable with them, they are his not mine.
If we married
He could cheat and lie for all I care, but I would always be loving, and he would have the best of sex and the best of love
I would be a devoted wife.
And one day if I felt too tired, I would kill him, I would reveal all his shinanigans from this days including this kidnap..
But I won't do it personally, why?
I need a strong alibi, my heart would need to break at the sight of all his secrets after his death, I would fake mental illness and I wouldn't recover until a while, after which I would leave the country for a better treatment.

So for now I need my Mummy to say me from my psychopath teacher.
I am so scared.