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

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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

The day that followed moved slowly, incredibly slowly. I didn't leave my room for the rest of the night and I think my parents tried to question what was wrong with me but ultimately just left me alone to "sleep". In actuality, I was doing my best to sleep while trying to rid myself of his touch, his words, his voice, his tongue. I've been pondering what he said numerous times yesterday about whether or not I'm actually doing this.

I still haven't figured that part out. My fingers have been hovering over the 'send' button as I debate whether or not to text Bianca and Hayden. My text doesn't give anything away. At least, not this version. I've written and re-written it a thousand times, and finally settled on, "Can we talk?"

Straight and to the point. I don't think they'd respond if I sent them anything more.

Something still holds me back from reaching out to them. Whether it be shame or embarrassment, something in between or something far worse. I still want him. And I know that won't change for a good, long while. He made me his in almost every way and some sick twisted piece of me still wants him to take that which has not yet been claimed.

God, I'm a fucking idiot.

How could I have believed him when he said there was no one else? Of course there was. And why wouldn't there have been? I actually thought I was different, that I was special? What a fucking joke. To allow myself to even entertain that thought was pure idiocy and I can't believe I let it get that far.

His texts and voicemails have become more and more concerning and I worry that if I hear one more recording of him sobbing into his phone and pleading for me to respond that I may just give in. I can't bring myself to block him though, and that's why I need someone to hold me accountable. I need someone else to know about this - all of it - to hold me back from letting him in to hurt me once again.

I send the text.

Within five minutes, both of them have responded with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

Of course babe, I know a lot has been going on with you lately. I'm free to talk whenever

What did he do?

My lips pull up into somewhat of a smile at Hayden's question. I love Bianca, but Hayden and I have known each other since we were six and she still knows me like the back of her hand, which is what made her leaving all the more painful.

I can tell you more about it later, but right now I just can't be alone. Not now. Are you guys free?

Their silence stretches on long. Too long. Just as I'm beginning to give up and assume their broken shunning of me was too good to be true, their responses almost bring tears to my eyes.