Forbidden Obsession || ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᵀᴱᴬᶜᴴᴱᴿ! ᵀᵉʳᵘˢʰⁱᵐᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

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- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

I was awakened from my nap when I heard a loud bang from downstairs. Was Mr. Terushima already here? I heard the banging of cabinets being thrown open and forcibly shut again. Was there an intruder in the house?

I never felt my heart beat so fast, it felt like it would tear past my ribcage. It suddenly went quiet again, only to hear the heavy footsteps of fast feet running up the stairs. I could feel the vibration from it extra clear from how heightened my senses were.

Should I stay quiet? What if I end up panicking and leading them to knowing someone is here?

Due to the moon barely lightening the room, I was even more worried than normal. What if it was an intruder and I couldn't do anything about it because I'm tied in place? I felt tears threaten to fall, a cry about to escape my lips as the door was shoved open.

My heart beat is drumming in my ears, a long sigh of relief leaving my lips when I see who it is.

My relief was cut short when Mr. Terushima ran up to the bed, undoing the chain as he grabbed my arm as he pushed me down the stairs along with him.

"That hurts!" I look up at him, but he's not listening. He's barely even registering me, "You're hurting me!"

His hold was bone crushing, I could already feel my skin bruising from how hard he was holding me in his grasp.

"Mr. Terushima what's going on!" I shouted, only for him to ignore my worried questions.

It was as if he wasn't in control, body on autopilot.

It seemed like I wasn't his biggest worry as he threw me inside the passenger seat of his car, shutting the door as he got behind the driver's wheel.

"Y/n, I can't explain everything right now," he said as he tried to steady his breath. His hand pulled at the seat belt on my side.

It looked as if his hand was shaking, I pulled his hand away, he looked as if he was about to tell me to stop before he noticed I buckled myself in place. His breathing slowed down a bit.

"I just need you to stay quiet okay?"

"But where are we going-" stopping my lips from letting the rest of my questions fall I shut my eyes.

My teacher lifted his hand, fist closed. It was a silent form of saying he'd hurt me if I didn't stop now.

The action made me sad, scared, but sad. You don't hurt the ones you claim to love, do you? I wanted to shout it at him, but decided otherwise.

Not moving, I kept my eyes closed, I was too afraid to open them up again.

I heard rustling coming from the backseat but I couldn't tell what it was from. I felt something being set on my head, carefully cracking my eyes open, I saw Mister Terushima's hand tugging it into place.

He'd placed a black baseball cap over my head as he looked over my face. His hands anxiously moved along the sides of my face as he patted my hair down. There were millions of things he wanted to say, I could tell in the look he gave me. As if time was too short, too fragile.

"Just... go to sleep, I'll wake you up soon." He tried giving a soft smile, but I could see the fear behind his own set of eyes.

Nodding, I lean my head against the window as he begins to pull the car out of the driveway.

...

The night wind was howling as we drove deeper into the night. The pattern of light shining down on us as a light pole passed us by. It was cold, the air prickling at my skin in a bitter form. Maybe it was me, or maybe I was hallucinating, I couldn't tell. But it felt like something was restraining me.

I would feel hot air passing my face, only to suddenly feel icy cold breezes.

Was I okay?

I couldn't tell.

What was I supposed to do if I couldn't tell how I felt?

I just wanted to do what Mr. Terushima had asked me to do, and go to sleep. It was simple, why couldn't my eyes just stay shut?

Yet the thought kept me up, too scared to sleep.

What if I fall asleep and he hurts me? Continuously hurts me until I can't feel my body? Until red is dripping out from me, and injuries he caused onto me?

...

I never realized how dangerous Mr. Terushima could really be until now. But some part of me already knew.

I was a weak girl compared to him, his years of training helping to build and carve those strong muscles in his figure.

I was always too fearful to pick or start a fight with him, knowing I'd lose within an instant. If I did what he asked, then I would be okay.

I felt his eyes glance at me every so often.

Yet we both chose to stay silent, the only sound being the window and a/c brushing past us.

"Y/n, keep your head down, I don't want others to see your face. Don't scream for help either, or I'll show you a lesson you won't forget, understand?"

I let my head down, eyes covered by the cap on my head. I'm nodding silently, as I squeeze my fingers together. I felt the softness of a blanket being pulled over on me.

I didn't thank him, choosing to close my eyes as I hid the rest of my face behind the blanket like a mask would. As if the simple piece of fabric would somehow save me.