MY TEACHER

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Hailey's POV

      We got in Tuesday morning. The air between us was undoubtedly weird.

I let my grandmother know that I was coming home later.

He was in his study while I sat in the couch watching YOU on Netflix. Which was another disappointment. All the black women like myself was excited to see how him and Marienne would play out but he met a white woman named Kate from Europe. Guess my expectations were too high.

Sighing, I turned the TV off and decided to call Bri. She was the only friend I have. I had no problem with that though.

I got up and stretched. I'm even scared to start a conversation with the man. I dont want him going all 'Christian' on me.

I walked in his bedroom and surprisingly he was there. He had a towel wrapped around his waist as droplets of water dripped down his body.

"Hey" I said sitting on the bed.

"Hey" he answered drying off himself.

"You going somewhere" I asked. He must be.

He didn't answered but went into his closet. His phone was laying on the bed and I was so tempted to search it but I refrained from acting on that thought. Such little faith you have in the man, said a little voice in my head.

Before I could invite the thought again it started ringing. I peeked over to see who was calling. Stacy. That's a woman name and I've never heard it before.

I picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hello..Christian?" The lady voice spoke and by the sound of it she had an American accent. What's his obsession with foreign chicks?

"Who is this?" I asked before my heart failed me.

"This is his girlfriend, who the fuck are you?" She said and my mouth fell open. Before I could process, his phone was ripped out my hand and my body was shocked by the contact.

He put the phone at his ears and said something to the girl that I couldn't make out because I was in bewilderment. Water filled my eyes and my body stood still not knowing what to do.

Betrayal.

I hated that feeling. It is even worser when it's carried out by someone you never thought would do you wrong.

"Listen, I can't do this with you any longer, I-I will take you home whenever you're ready to go" his tone is at one pitch and his eyes are elsewhere in the room.

What the fuck. My heart fell.

Without thinking I got up off the bed and launched at him. I doubled up my fist and before I could come in contact with his face, he caught my wrist. I attempted to hit him again but he held me steadfast.

I snatched away from his hold and started taking up all my belongings.

I knocked off the lamp on his bedside table and watched it shatter against the tiled floor.

After I was finish crying and smashing his furnitures, I walked down the stairs and was met with him sitting on the couch. I called a taxi driver to come pick me up.

"Hailey-" he came up to me but I stepped back.

"Doh fucking touch me!" I yelled and I could only think...I  deserved this. Because my grandmother warned me. But a bitch named Hailey Brown didn't listened.

I made sure to left everything he bought me.

..........

The taxi came and I straightened myself before I could allow the public to see my puffy eyes and wet face.

Heartbreak is a bitch no doubt.

My grandmother stood at the entrance with her hands opened wide for me. I guess she saw my perplexed face.

I broke down in her arms, I had to let it all out.

I would like to think the average person knows what an heartbreak felt like. If you haven't experienced it before. It is like how they portray it in the films.

I stayed in bed for days, I lost my appetite, I lost my appetite. That isn't something that occurred too often. I didn'think anything or anyone could come between food and I. But he did.

Even though my grandmother was there, it felt like I was suffering alone. Brianna reached out, she came to visit me on Wednesday but I wasn't speaking to her or anyone at that.

All I could think was how could he. How could he have smiled and look at me like that, tell me those words. So passionately. So believing that I fell for all of it.

I only have one more week until I begin university. The days appeared shorter and my heart remained shattered.

The memories haunted my mind. All I thought about was his touch. He invaded my mind hourly.

I heard a knock on my door and before I could answer it opened wide.

My father stood there with a precarious look on his face.

"daddy?" I scrambled off my bed and ran straight into his arms.

He held me tightly and though I wanted to break down in his hand. I  held my composure.

"I missed you" I said and he kissed my forehead.

"Missed you too bear" he said and I smiled a little.

"Who is it?" He asked pulling me back and I looked away from his face.

I shook my head and put a forced smile on my face.

"Daddy wah mek yuh neva carry cynthia and introduce her" I asked changing the topic.

"She no important right now mi ask yuh a question" he slightly raised his voice. This man never really gotten angry. He's always so calm its unreal. For some reason he thought I will be mad if he moved on but that wasn't the case at all.

"Really now? no she been taking care of you" I joked around and he placed his hand under his chin.

"Doh mek mami tell mi enuh cause mi nah ask no question" I sighed when I hear his threats. Christian goodly buss a shot in a him ole rass I nearly laughed at my intrusive thoughts. Affi tek bad things mek joke.

"Daddy just stop...weh yuh bring fi mi" I stepped out of my room and into the living room where his suitcases are.

"That one over there is yours" he said and I walked over to the medium size suitcase.

I was excited to see what was in there.

I opened it and the foreign smell hit me. It had clothes, shoes, perfumes, lotions and jewelry.

I looked at all of them with the biggest smile on my face.

"I love them thank you daddy" I got up and hugged him.

"A gwan like a she alone have daddy" my grandmother said jealously.

My grandmother made dinner and we ate and spoke about good times.

My grandmother was happy. My father was happy and I was happy. Or so I forced myself to believe.