MY TEACHER

18

Hailey's POV

My eyes popped open and I looked around the room confused as to where I was.

Gradually I started to remember where I was. Where is he?.

I checked my phone and I had two messages all from Brianna.

I didn't bother checking them but got up to go to the bathroom before he could see my unpleasant morning face.

Thank God I took a toothbrush and I have one change of clothes in my bag.

So I brushed my teeth and washed my face before going down the stairs to look for him.

He was nowhere to be seen.

I quickly remembered he had an study so I walked up to the door and knocked softly. I hot no response. Maybe he fell asleep.

I opened the door and there was not a sign of him there.

I checked the balcony and he wasn't there.

I picked up my phone to call him but I heard the door opened and there he was walking in with a black duffle bag and his appearance looked like shit. Where was he?.

I put down my phone and I examined his face. He looked distressed.

I waited on him to say something but he didn't.

"Where were you?" I questioned gazing at him.

"Out...I had somethings to do" he said and he walked up the stairs. What was in the bag and why was he acting like that.

I didn't follow him but waited to see if he was coming back downstairs.

He did and he was then changed into a black shorts and a black t-shirt.

"I'm going to the gym downstairs, I'll be back in an hour" he said and before I could say anything he walked out the apartment.

I was spiraling at that point. So many questions were going through my head, they were killing me.

I put on a pot half filled with water to make some tea. I searched through the cabinets and cupboards, fridge for something to make tea but found nothing.

He definitely needs to go grocery shopping.

I poured out the hot water into a mug and I went upstairs in search for something.

That bag.

There were two bedrooms and three bathrooms in the entire apartment. One bathroom downstairs and the two bedrooms and bathrooms were upstairs.

I sipped my hot water as I snooped around in the other bedroom that had boxes with shoes and clothes. It looked as if he moved out of his matrimonial home. Well the home wasn't so matrimonial anymore, I smirked to myself at the thought.

Nothing to see there so I went into his bedroom. The bed is unmade si I made a mental note to do that.

I looked under the bed and there was not a sign of the bag. I went into his study and searched every corner for that black bag but found nothing.

I thought about where I should look next. I place the cup down and I entered into his walk in closet. I searched the room and I found nothing. Over it i let out a breath and stand to my feet. I glance around the room once again and something caught my attention.

Oh there's a door at the end of the closet but there's a glass in front of it.

I walked up to the door and twist theknob but it didn't move.

Fuck. Where do I find the key now.

I dont know which one was worse, the anxiety of finding what was in the bad or the one of him catching me digging through his stuff.