Show me, sir

34| Show me, sir

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Third person

'Rrright... so in conclusion...' she holds her head in her hands trying to process what the hell he had just told her.

'My brother and I and the heads of an anti-trafficking organization. The night you walked in on me with Theo - the child, my brother -Aaron, was also there. He was shot by Delila, who happens to be a one night stand of mine. She attempted to sell a few girls to some loaded bastard, but I caught her in time.' He inhales smoke from his cigarette. 'She never wanted my brother, she just wanted my attention.' He takes a deep breath of fresh air.

The girl is starring at him in disbelief, but also quite fascinated by all that she has heard. 'Looks like she got it,' y/n says.

'Indeed. Still, I'm not going to do anything about it, love. She has gone mad and she knows it.' He takes another puff.

Y/n's heart melts right then and there. Whenever she gets called "love", "darling", especially by him, her heart rate just jumps through the roof. She starts getting hot, so she reaches for her hair to tie it up in a ponytail. When she raises her arms up to her head, her sleeves roll down. Revealing her wrists.

'She just wants to get on...' the teacher says and throws his cigarette bud on the ground. Then he turns around to face the young woman. 'My fucking nerv--' He stops. 'Y/n...' he has a concerned look with his eyebrows relaxing.

'Sir?' she questions, while still tying up her hair.

'Is that...what I think it is?' He points at something on her arms.

She turns her head around, so she can take a better look at what he is referring to.

'Shit...!' she whispers and covers herself as quickly as possible. 'Uuummm... I have got to get back to the villa. Excuse me.' She tries to stand up.

He grabs her by the arm once again. But this time a little bit higher-between her shoulder and elbow.

'Please...' he begs. 'Tell me.' She looks at his hand on her arm. 'Talk to me...' She feels her emotions prevail unfortunately, but she doesn't try to cover it.

'I--' her voice cracks. She can barely talk.

Her teacher stands up. She is now looking up at him.

'I can't help myself.' She breaks down.

He hugs her, but she doesn't hug him back. Not because she doesn't want to, but because her hands are on her face, her eyes. She was feeling the pain she was trying to hide for all that time.

'You poor thing,' he whispers in her ear. He then places both of his cold palms on her warm cheeks and moves her head away from his thorax, so he could have a look at her.

She is a mess, but that's what he fancies about her. He also loves her eyes. The were even prettier when she cries. "How is this possible?" he kept asking himself and yet didn't know the answer.

He brushes a part of her hair away from her face and kisses her forehead.

'Let's get you cleaned up, eh?' he suggests, because her scars look fresh.

She nods.

'Are you okay with that?' he asks once again just to be sure.

'Yes...sir.'

'Good girl.'

***

'After you.' He stretches his arm to show her the way.