Dear Principal

Chapter 3

Rain poured down my window and fell into the small flower pot I'd kept for my joints butts. It nearly filled over the side of its rim, and the water that spattered on the edges calmly drizzled down to the bottom while the butts swam in the water. I watched with partially opened eyes, sighing into my pillow as I hugged it to my chest while lying on my stomach. Nothing could make me feel better than this rain. Although people would think it's depriving, I liked observing rain showers and thunderstorms. It made me feel like I wasn't the only one who needed to cry sometimes.

My phone sat alone on the charger since Saturday morning. The hesitance towards it was enough to make me stay away. I didn't want to see if Haden had messaged me or if he'd posted another porn video. My interest in those things was beginning to fade since the incident on Friday. I couldn't believe myself for accepting Haden's offer into submission. I wasn't the submissive type, either. But when he came that close to me, and his hot mingling breath fanned my forehead, I melted. It was like a standstill between falling for him and denial.

Saturday morning, I rolled up in bed and stayed there all day. I didn't dare get out of bed to do my chores or read a book. Some part of me was scared, but another was expecting Haden to miraculously show up at my doorstep. Not that that would ever happen.

My phone vibrated, and I turned my head toward it, swallowing hard. Was it Haden? Does he need me?

The heartbeat in my chest increased as I reached a hand over to my phone. I didn't know what I would do if it were Haden who messaged me.

"Call me." I read before quickly burying my face into my pillow and loudly groaning.

I threw my phone on the bed and curled myself into a ball.

Denial was my only solution. I wouldn't let a grown man control me unless he were my father, and even my father doesn't hold me back. Refusing to do something for someone is better than doing it and getting yourself hurt. And maybe not. But I didn't want Haden to believe I would submit to his little fantasies. I have complicated and sensual feelings for him now that I know he's Hellion King, but meeting him in person scared me.

My ringtone echoed against my bedroom walls, and a growl rumbled from my throat as I abruptly turned in bed and grabbed my phone, aggressively pressing the "answer" button.

"What!?" I roared.

My pickup line wasn't great, but it's a Sunday morning, and I'm trying to relax.

"Now, that isn't a way to speak to me, baby boy." Haden's husky voice vibrated in my ear, sending unnerving shivers over me, "what are your plans for today?" He asked, and I could picture the smirk on his lips.

"I- um. Not much." I said.

I sat up in bed, fiddling with my sheets. The silence on the phone made me tense.

"What's your address?"

My eyes widened at Haden's question, and I was sure my face was red from anger, "what the fuck!? I'm not telling you that!" I exclaimed, "leave me alone!"

I could feel Haden's anger through the phone, and I wasn't ready to know the consequences.

"Baby boy." I don't know how, but his voice got more profound, and the rasp that fell into my ear made me shrink back in my blankets, "what is your address?" He asked again.

My throat nearly gagged as I tried to swallow. The dry, itchy feeling was back, and I knew I was in trouble.

"130, Milestone Street." My voice was faint and calm. The same scared feeling I had was back, and I didn't know what to do.