My English Teacher (Ashton Irwin.)

Chapter 14

Stacia's POV.

I get home a few minutes later from Luke's home, out of breath from sprinting out of his room.

I sit on my bed, hearing yelling and crashes from downstairs.

Another fight.

I bite my lip, laying back, trying to listen to my music on blast to extract the loud audio coming from downstairs, being my parents.

They argued & fought many times, never noticed me unless it was a very special day.

I'm not trying to sound depressing, but every day it gets worse and even harder for me.

I still hear the many crashes and yelling, even when I have the volume on 100%.

I sigh, hearing something along the lines of 'Stacia....fuck up....shouldn't try...'

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At that moment, you know what I did?

Bet you can guess.

I cried, sobbing into the large stuffed animal I owned.

I've heard worse things, but this was horrible, hearing it in my own ears.
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I sob softly as I look out my dimly lit room, out the window of my room.

I see a large house, blocks away. It was familiar to Luke's house.

I remember that I had Luke's number, debating to call him or not.

Pressing the button on my iPhone 5, I hear the usual rings repeating again and- you guessed it- again!

I hear someone answer, still crying but I could hear what sounded like, "Schkk!" Repeating over and over. I hear faint moans, "Staciaaaaa..." I hear faintly, eyes wider than ever.

I immediately say something, but before I can, I think the person cums.
I was never paying attention in Health, since all they talked about was sex.

"Ermm...L-Luke?" I ask, still crying.

I hear a few shuffles, Luke coming to the phone obviously.

"Stacia, baby?" I hear a thick accent ask, deep and sexy as ever.

"I-I'm s-sa-sad," I stumble over my words, still crying.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asks, and I bite my lip, still trying to stop, but tears pass as if they're waterfalls.

"C-can y-you come pick me up?" I ask really quietly, hearing what sounded like trotting up the stairs, hearing my parents conversing.

I hear a hesitation over the line, also hearing them pass my door, crossing my fingers, hoping they wouldn't walk in.

They pass by, and Luke finally answers,

"I'll be right over, be ready, darling."

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How was that for a update? I tried to make it longer? But I'm on my phone.
You might as well call this a short story...
But anyways;

Stuke
Or
Astacia?