Brutal love

Chapter 2

Class started with our math teacher slouching the whole class and teaching using a stick like branch, pointing at the sums we had to solve. Is the even allowed to bring here?

Unlike other girls or people I don't get distracted easily, especially in class, with my nightmare in the corner of the class. No I'm never getting distracted. Hell I don't even dare to spare a glance like other girls would.

I'd rather swallow my mucus then to glance at him. Okay that was bizarre, I wouldn't really do that.

Like right now, I'm totally immersed in the equation that I'm about to solve. I might not know how to solve some but I'm not asking for help. I want no strings attached with anyone, especially with how they've treated me. No, I want none of them to befriend me.

Class is about to get over in 10 and my phone rings, startled but kept calm to pick my call. Like I said I never get calls, it's only important if anyone calls me.

Uneasy with the looks I got just cause of a call I blindly pick up the call and answer it. Leaving the class. No I didn't ask for permission.

Hi, Elora dear this is me mrs. Moore

She's our head maid, weird, why'd she called me up?

Yes did something happen? At home?

No dear, but your dad came home, since you looked eager to talk to him this morning I thought I'd give you a call, did I disturb you?

Yes she did disturb me but I'd never say it plus she's so sweet and makes the best Oreo frappe.

No it's fine, can you tell my dad to come to school? It's something important and tell him he has to be here, if he doesn't have any important meetings today.

Ok I'll give him the message, take care

I didn't bother saying anything back and quickly cut the call. Dad will come, thats what I hope for. And if he takes my excuse then I'll end it today and hopefully not come here tomorrow. But I still have a heavy wait on my shoulders even before the convo starts.

I turn to head back but I'm met by the dark mischievous obsidian eyes. I know he's my nightmare and that I'm his target and yet I knew so much about him. Not his private life but just some trivial things. He has taken me to countless of places just to humiliate me and make me obey his orders. Order food for him and get none for myself, buy his girlfriend dresses or shoes and end up buying none for myself. I don't expect to buy anything for myself but he had ordered me not to buy anything for myself in particular. It made me feel so small. And controlled.

Just by having a little glimpse I could feel the surge of memories and it didn't make me feel any bit happiness. I mean why would it? Unless I'm a crazy psychopath. I didn't even spare a glance and turned the other side. But too bad he already had his sidechicks and boys by his corners.

And I know better than to run from him, so I turn back and look at him again.

"Did your house get burned? Or did daddy leave you alone to suffer?" Said one of his girls. How does he pay for all them? Ugh horny teenage boys. I say nothing but look at her in disgust.

She turn to him and whines "baby look, she's giving me that ugly look, can I spill something hot on her face?" Barf, her voice isn't even high pitched, it's a little husky and she's whining plus screeching etc etc. I can't describe her talking tune anymore than this.

Oh, the hot water she spilled at my stomach months ago, was it terrible. I don't wanna even imagine how disgusting it was for me to enter a clinic for dressing, hiding the fact that I'm mysophobic, not really extreme but kinda.