Flame

Chapter 2

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I woke up, butt naked, under some desk in a pitch black room. I felt sticky and filled but I haven't ate anything. And why do I feel so sticky?

I couldn't see anything but feeling cold naturally made me realise I had no clothes on. I wriggle my arms and legs to find out I was still cuffed. Great, just great.

So did he use me or am I under some illusion to think that?

I hear a door open and loud footsteps coming closer towards me before a head appears from the corner of the desk "Hello, my slut." it was the principal.

"Mr Jones-"

"Shut up, slut, you only speak when you're allowed to." he commanded.

"Why me?" I questioned, ignoring him.

"What the fuck did I just say?" he slapped me, leaving an unusual burning sensation on my cheek. It wasn't one I felt before when he slapped me.

"I don't give a fuck. Why me?" I asked again.

He sighed before manhandling me to the surface from the desk, lifting me up to his height by my neck before spitting "Because no one can save your useless, inhuman ass."

I could feel tears moving at a fast pace down my cheeks as he said that. What the fuck is this world?

He put me down before I suffocated to death, releasing me from the cuffs and pushing my creased school clothes to my face. I quickly grabbed them.

"Get dressed," he commanded "And if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you myself." he then swiftly left the room.

All that happened in the dark, that was nice. I sighed.

When I tried taking a step, my legs gave in and I fell to the ground. Why am I so weak? I use the chair in front of his desk as support to help me back to my feet before slumping into that same chair. I feel so uncomfortable being naked, knowing anyone could just walk in.

"Mr Jones, there's been a- oh my god!" a female voice was heard as the door closed and I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Miss Tame. She's probably the only teacher I can actually talk to, even if she didn't teach me which I was upset about.

"Are you okay?" she turned herself to face me as she got on her knees and looked straight into my direction with a concerned expression.

"I'm not supposed to tell you," I started "But I think it's self-explanatory." I started to cry again.

She sighed before getting back up and hugging me. She told me that it was all going to be okay.

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She made sure no one walked in as I finished changing. As I stood up, though, I fell to the floor. She turned her head as soon as she heard the thump and rushed to my aid. She grabbed one of my arms and put it over her shoulders and she grabbed my waist.

We slowly escaped the principal's room and made our way to Miss Tame's car so she could talk to me privately. A blue mini. She opened the passenger car door for me and helped me in as she closed the car door and rushed over to the driver's side, closing the door after getting in.

We spoke for what felt like an hour and she explained to me what I lacked information on. Mr Jones raped me. That's why I couldn't walk properly, she believes he was aggressive and hard on me.

"I'll go find your things and I'm taking you out for the day." she said.

"Won't that affect your job here?" I questioned.

"I can find another job, your health and wellbeing is more important to me."

Before I could say anything back, she told me to wait in the car for her return. So I waited, counting how many other cars were in this same car park. There were twenty other cars here, three of them also being minis; there was two black ones and a red one. I wonder if the principal's car is sat in this car park. I'd love to watch it explode in front of me.

I felt someone shake my shoulder as I looked over to see Miss Tame, my saviour.

"I found your bag in your maths classroom. I just put it in my boot. I also grabbed my things as I'm leaving for the day too to make sure you're okay." she smiled before grabbing her car keys and starting the car.

My tongue was tied and couldn't say anything. I did smile though. I fastened my seatbelt, as she also did the same, and we drove off to her house.

It was a half an hour drive before we pulled into a driveway. She pulled the keys out and got herself out of the car, slamming the car door before opening the passenger side and letting me out. Prior to this, she had unlocked her front door so it was easier to get inside. So she pulled the handle downwards and pushed the door open. She then directed us to the right where her living room was and sat me in a black leather chair.

"Give me a minute." she said before leaving me alone.

I wanted to try and move again but I fear I'll fall again out of weakness.

I then hear the front door close and she walks back in with our bags. She sits on the sofa near the chair as she gives me a warm smile. I smile back.

"Why are you so caring towards me?" I asked.

"You may be different but you still deserve a chance to live like the rest of us." she replied.

I shook my head in shock "Miss, there's really no need."

"You can call me Claire," she smiled. We're not in school now and you need someone to take care of you."

"But miss- Claire," I corrected myself on the spot "I'm fine, honestly." I tried reassuring her.

"But you can't walk on your own," she reminded me "And you could be pregnant."

My eyes widened at pregnant. No, no, there's no way I can be pregnant at sixteen.

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