Alison is a normal teenage girl when one day she meets Wilson her new but temporary French Teacher. As she gets to know him she gets herself into a love she can't get out of, messy romantic and toxic.
Can she keep track of her home life and school...
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Alison sits back and looks him deep in the eyes as she knows this is going to be a sore subject for him to talk about
She knows this because it took him this long to finally admit it, it must be something big for him
It hurts him Alison can see the concealed emotional pain within his puppy eyes
She lowers her chin confiding with him giving a confused look
Wilson Stephanie
Alison looks down with hatred just from her name
Wilson She used to have her ways
Alison looks up concerned
Alison What do you mean ways Wilson?
Asking eagerly
Wilson She knew what she was doing and she knew how to do them just to get what she wanted in the end Me below her In both senses
Alison Fuck
Gasping
Wilson Scaring was her main tactic One time she threatened to batter me with a knife in the kitchen just because I said something the wrong way or did something mistakenly, she took it upon herself to take control
Alison I'm so sorry
Is all she can utter after his words silence her
Alison What a fucking bitch
Wilson's chuckles
Wilson Your telling me
Alison I can't believe you had to go through that Will, if I knew sooner I swear I would've
Wilson What would you have done
He interrupts her with a question
Alison Wilson...
Wilson Ali if I couldn't even stand up for myself what could you have done I was scared every single time I came home from a days work that is not normal at all I should be excited to come home to see my loving wife and not be greeted by a crazy knife stabber
Alison narrows her eyebrows while flicking all across his face with her eyes listening to his words that hurt her because of how she was like to him
He didn't deserve to be treated like this at all, he's a good man, he's kind, not a monster
Alison is now infuriated
Wilson begins forming tears in the corner of his eyes
Alison notices and catches them wiping away before running down the rest of his face
Wilson kisses her hand softly in the process feeling warm and comforted but more importantly he feels safe, the first time he has felt this safe in his own home
The first time feeling safe with a woman
Their eyes meet igniting a fire burning inside of them once again
Wilson quivers his lips as he looks at hers, Ali mirrors
For a second they are indulged in each other's thoughts feeling and fears
Wilson feels vulnerable as he as ever felt before
Now it's just the two of them Alison stands up unexpectedly and slowly
Wilson looks up wondering what she is doing
She heads over by the fire and turns around, she looks like an angel
Her body aura lit by orange and red flames showing off her figure outline and her curves
She meets his eyes again as she starts unzipping her little black dress making it slide down each leg as she gracefully steps out of it and chucks it over landing beside Wilson's leg
He gulps not knowing what to do next
Wondering if he should do the same he does
Standing up now millimetres apart from each-other they feel the burn of the fire on their bodies as Wilson unbuttons his shirt revealing his torso
