Dear Diary! (student/teacher relationship) ~COMPLETE!~

Chapter 25

Yeah! 2nd Chapter today! IDK. May publish tomorrow. We'll see lol. I am like SO tired...but I wanna update...but I also wanna sleep.

To sleep or not to sleep? That is the question. :p

"Are you sure this is what you want to do, Arielle," Mrs. Anderson asked me as I signed the last of the paperwork.

"Yes, I'm sure," I confirmed and handed the papers for her. "Would you mind not telling Vincent though. I haven't told him yet and I would really like to be the one to tell him this." She gave me a sweet smile and nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Anderson."

"Just call me Amelia from now on sweetheart," she requested and she wrapped her arms around me in a warm, friendly hug before allowing me to leave her office.

I had just been discharged from the hospital about a week ago and ever since then I had put a lot of thought into this and even talked to Meg about it. Actually, I've talked to Meg, her mom, my dad, and Amelia...just not Vincent. Everyone either agreed that it would be best or said that they'd support me no matter what I decided. I wanted to talk to Vincent about it because if anything his opinion would mean more to me than anybody else's, I was just never sure how or when to bring it up, and then I just made the decision for myself.

I was on my way to his classroom to talk to him about it, plus I needed his signature on this paper, but I never made it. I could hear footsteps behind me. At first, I didn't think anything of it until they started to get faster as I had started to walk faster. I could feel my adrenaline start to rush and I knew what that meant. I tried to take off in a sprint, but I was grabbed before I had the chance.

Again, everything went dark, but it wasn't because I had fainted or passed out this time. Something was put over my head! I resisted whoever it was. I tried my hardest to get away, to pull away, but I was stopped in my attempts by a blow to my stomach. A fist? A knee? I couldn't tell but it hurt like hell and my first thought was 'Oh my God! My baby!' I felt another blow to my stomach, harder this time.

"P-please! Stop! I'll go with you, just please," I pleaded, praying that my baby was safe.

I was pulled to my feet and forced into a room. My back hit something cold and hard. I felt it with my hands- it was a sink. We were in a bathroom. But why a bathroom? Wouldn't they be afraid that someone might walk in? Unless...this is the bathroom in the empty hallway? No one walks down here. There's no reason. There's not even any plumbing in here. They were renovating or something I think. I don't know for sure. I just know that nobody comes down here.

"Bind her hands and remove the sack," I heard a familiar voice say. "I want to see the hopeless look on her face."

The voice sounded SO familiar. It almost sounded like... I closed my eyes real tight as the sack was removed and slowly opened them as my eyes adjusted to the light. I looked around. I was right. It was a restroom. I looked at my captors but had no way to identify them they were dressed in black hoodies and wearing black, scaramuccia style masks. The sight of them terrified me. I didn't know what they had planned for me and I didn't want to find out. I looked around for some way to escape, but there were no windows and they blocked me off from the exit.

"What do you want with me," I said, trying to suppress the tears.

The one with the familiar sounding voice spoke first. "You." He said simply. "I want to hear you scream dear and I want to know what it's like to be him."

"Him?" I asked confused. "What are you talkin..."

"Don't play dumb with me, you little bitch!" He yelled at me and I felt my face sting as leather lashed across my face.