Let Me In (Lesbian Stories)

Prologue

She was gorgeous, beyond explanations, I could not help myself but to get attracted to such beauty, all I wanted was to get close, initiate contact, maybe get to know her, but it was impossible for me to do such a thing. The look on her face whenever she would come to gather her son, the pain in her eyes. It was just unbearable. I could feel her pain just by looking in her eyes; she looked worn but still very beautiful. My mind would keep me away from her, but my body wanted nothing but to protect her, make her problems disappear, make her smile just like that little boy did. Her son, he was smart, kind with the other kids, never bothered anyone, always polite, and handsome, he looked a lot like his mother apart from his hazel eyes.
I am not going to lie, I had gone through his files more than once, it just really intrigued me how such a young woman could be mother of a seven-year-old boy. She looked nothing more than a twenty-year-old girl, and that was exactly what she was, a twenty-year old with a seven-year-old son, but there was so much more to her than just that. She intrigued me, attracted me, and fascinated me in more ways than I could explain. I couldn't, I shouldn't, but I most definitely wanted to get close, introduce myself and finally get to know the woman I had been interested in for over three months now, but for that to happen I would have to stop being so scared of getting hurt by the fragile young woman.
Myself, I am Hayley Franklin, a twenty-four-year-old elementary school teacher, there is really not much about me I could tell you, back in school I had a hard time answering the describe-yourself question, and it is still the same nowadays. I was never good with words unless I was soothing a kid. That is the one thing I am good at, understanding and helping kids, and that's why I teach children for a living. As for my appearance, I have dark brown eyes and hair, light tanned skin, average smile, body, height and weight; I am pretty much that person you would cross on the street and not give them a second thought. I do not consider myself ugly, but I do believe I am not the outstanding kind of pretty. I am just... average, that is, until you get to know me better. I believe everyone is average until you start to understand and discover their peculiarities, the things that make each of us unique, but for you to get to know me better you will have to read my journey during the following chapters.