Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

twenty

thanks for reading! just a quick author's note as this story continues to gain traction...

this story is considered lolita-esque, but is NOT at all romanticizing or condoning the actions within this book.

this story is about an unprofessional, inappropriate and extremely wrong relationship/love story between a 13-14 year old girl and her teacher.

with that being said, it is much like a novel "My Dark Vanessa" if any of have you have read/heard of that book, this is very much in the same vein. not condoning or romanticizing the love, but very much just giving perspective to it and how complicated love can be.

just to reiterate, he is grooming her, he is a pedophile. there will be repercussions to this.

please vote and comment! this story is still ongoing!!

xoxo

My heart drops to my stomach at this as I stare back into Sebastian's all-too-calm eyes before he looks away and continues his drawing. Taking a step back, I stumble a bit over the small chair and Veronica watches me back out of the room as I struggle to find my voice.

"Um, you guys stay here, I'm gonna go to the potty, I'll be right back," I rush out of the room without giving them more of an explanation. All I feel on the tip of my tongue is bile as I lunge into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and falling to my knees.

Painfully, I throw up everything I just ate, the acidity burning my throat. That pain is nothing compared to the aching in my chest and the knot in my throat.

Everything he's said, every word he's spoken has been a complete and utter lie.

Every time he told me I was the only one, that there was no one but me.

That I was special. I feel like vomiting again just thinking about it.

Without thinking, I whip out my phone and call him. I don't give a shit if I'm interrupting anything, I don't care if she hears what I say, I don't care. I'm done.

I'm done with the lies, I'm done with the bullshit, I'm done with him. He has a family, he has a life, he doesn't need me. I was always disposable. There were so many before me and there will be so many more after. It doesn't matter if I stick around, not to him. I'm replaceable.

"You're special," His voice in my ear made me tingle at the time, now it makes me want to hurl.

"Iris? Is everything okay?" He's masking his worry with concern as I hear the fading sound of music and lively voices into the background. He's already setting up his lie to Lily, pretending that something's wrong with me, that they'll have to come back, end the date early. That way he'll get his cake and eat it, too. He played the dutiful husband, did his time and took her out to eat. Now he gets me to feign sickness, gets me to play right into his lie as he's done so many times before.

Not this time.

"No. You need to come home right now. I'm calling my mom to pick me up, and you can't leave your kids alone," I'm digging my fingernails into my palm to feel anything other than the ache in my heart and the nausea still sitting in the back of my throat.

"What? What do you mean? Why are you leaving? Are you sick?" He sounds actually slightly concerned and I just shake my head, unable to speak for a moment as I clench my eyes shut, needing this conversation to be over as soon as possible. I need to close the door on him and get the hell out of this house, out of his messy life.

"No. I'm not sick. But I'm leaving, and you need to come back. Right now. I'm calling her right after this,"

"Iris, what the hell is going on? Talk to me," His voice becomes more domineering and I almost laugh at how much he tries to control me. Have I never noticed this before?