Teachers secret // mature //

• 29 •

I appreciate all your support! Enjoy!

Song of this chapter!

The Perfect Girl - Maurex

First-person perspective

- Victoria Lawson -

After that, we had tired ourselves out. We talked and I went on my phone then headed to bed, Robert wearing his boxers and me not wearing anything. We had a pretty peaceful night, it got a little hot and the blanket pulled down half my body, and off the side of my body.

Strangely enough, I woke up to the front door opening which made Marcel howl. I look over and see Robert's still here, he had also woken up and now sat up in bed his brows furrowed. As soon as he heard the steps he pulled the doona over me and pulled on his grey trackies. He opened the bedroom door and peeked out. I nervously watched but he slammed the front door.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" He says outside of the door. I try to keep hold of Marcel to try and calm him down.

"Nice to see you too, Robert, it would be nice if you could wear a shirt." An older woman says.

"Debra, it's seven-thirty in the morning, why are you here? Tom?" He replied. I feel like I recognise those names... His parents.

I didn't know what to do so I stayed silent, "Did you kick your sister out of your house?" Tom says sternly.

"Why wouldn't I?" Robert asks, Deborah, murmurs something I can't hear, "What?" Rob asks with a tone.

"Who's in your room? Hm?" The woman repeats. How the fuck does she know I'm in here? Jesus Christ.

Robert stayed quiet momentarily, then spoke up, "Why does that matter? You broke into my house." He finally said, an angry demanding tone to his voice, I hear the footsteps get closer, "Wha- seriously? Stop, what the fuck?".

Just then, the bedroom door opens - I tightly hold the blanket to my body and Marcel which I don't even really need to, he sat in front of me in a protective stance - growling. Tom and Deborah looking at me. "Mhm, I see you have a whore in your bed," Deborah says in a very snobby tone.

Robert scoffs, grabbing them both by their arm, "Get the fuck out, thinking you can walk-" He closes the bedroom door, "In here and disrespect her like that, no. Get out".

"Don't talk to us like that, we're your parents," Tom said, their voices getting quiet, seemingly meaning that Robert had got them to go down the stairs again. What the fuck.

"Don't talk to her like that." Robert says, "And I don't quite remember that being the fucking case, I remember clearly the both of you disowning me".

"Yeah, we should disown you after what you did to your little sister."

"You're acting like I fed her to fucking wild dogs after I killed her, I didn't let her into my home after she was disrespecting me." They sounded like they were downstairs completely. While they argued, I quickly got up and put on an appropriate shirt of my own and pants.

Once I had done that, I quietly opened the bedroom door and listened closely. I know my habit of listening in sounds bad but the last time he interacted with them, his mother- well, Debra, slapped him so hard he had a bruise for days. I know, I know, I probably wouldn't even be able to do anything in that scenario but...

"She's still your sister! You can't just kick her out because of your 'Girlfriend' if that's not a whore." Deborah says. Oh okay, you know what? I'm gonna try and take that in an Ayesha Erotica way so I don't take it personally.