Behind Closed Doors | M.T.

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"Good luck..." Whispers Enid and squeezes my hand. As the classroom is now empty, the teacher walks over to the door and locks it. She then turns around, smirking at me.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... You were behaving very, very bad today. And that's just not good, missy."

My face drops. She just confirmed my theory. No one calls me missy, only Betsy.

"So it is you." I say through my gritted teeth.

"Whatever do you mean?" She asks in an innocent tone.

"You can drop the act, Betsy." I scoff. She looks at me, amused and not saying a word.

"What the hell are you even doing here? You could've escaped, gotten away with everything! Why did you come back?!" I ask her, my tone rising. I don't even fear her at this point.

She walks closer to me, grabbing the front of my uniform and tugging it closer to her. I'm so close to her right now, because of that I have to look up to see her eyes. She chuckles, running her fingers through my hair, making me gulp hard because of how nervous I am.

"But where would the fun in that be, darling?" She says in a seductive way, my breath hitching. "Did you miss me?" She whispers.

I can't produce a word right now. I don't know what's happening. She smiles and brings her face very close to mine, whispering in my ear
"Because I sure missed you."

I feel her breathing on the side of my face, on my neck.

"Why are you here?" I repeat my question.

"To continue what I started. I wanted you away from that girlfriend of yours... and it worked out perfectly, didn't it? I mean," she lets out a chuckle and grabs my wrist. The one with the bruise. I hiss in pain as she grabs it. "This looks pretty bad. Maybe we should go to principal Weems? I could say that I'm worried about it, about the fact that your teacher abused you." She says, fiddling with my hand.

"Don't you dare." I whisper in a furious tone.

"Awwh, is my baby mad?" She pouts.

"I'm not your baby." I free myself from her grip, only for her to grab me by my waist, pulling me closer. Before I can react, she pulls me in even closet and connects our lips, kissing me. I'm shocked for a second but quickly put my hands on her upper chest and push myself away from her tight grip. What the hell?

As I pull away from her, she has that sweet smile again. "Oh how I've waited for that my love, finally you came to your senses and picked the right one!" She exclaims happily.

"I- I've got to go." I say, just above a whisper, running out. No way that just happened.

I run down the hallway, deep in my thoughts. I'm so overwhelmed right now. My kidnapper kissed me. And as I turn a corner, I bump into someone.

"I'm sorry." I say to that person.

"Y/N?" Asks the woman I know too well. Of course it had to be her. I look up at her and she offers her hand, so I could stand up. I grab it hesitantly.

"What's going on?" She asks as she sees my clearly nervous state.

"Nothing." I mutter unconvincingly.

"I don't believe you, not one bit. Y/N we need to talk. It's killing me, not being able to be with you." She says, her voice has hurt and sincerity all over it.

"Fine." I respond. I do want to talk to her.

We head back to her dorm. I sit down on the bed and she sits down right next to me.

"I miss you." She whispers.

I nod and mouth "me too", it's hard to find words right now.

"Y/N I don't know if Larissa already spoke to you about this, but we've scheduled an appointment for therapy with Dr Kinbott for you."

"I know." I say with a sigh.

"Look, Y/N I don't know what's going on inside your head during these times, if you'd just let me in-"

I stand up from the bed, cutting her off. "I haven't let you in? What the fuck do you think I was doing when I told you about the new teacher?! You don't think that was letting you in?! God, Marilyn it is her, and she just proved it to me!" I yell at her, she stands up too.

"No, Y/N that woman is not your kidnapper. You have to stop accusing her!" She raises her voice.

I try to calm myself down a bit, taking a few breaths in and out before speaking again.
"Trust, Marilyn. Trust is something we need to have in order to continue this relationship. I need you to trust me in this, Marilyn."

She seems a bit taken aback by my words. She sighs and says hesitantly "Y/N. You are overwhelmed, tired and traumatized. If you don't receive the right help, which you haven't yet, these things can play with your... sanity."

"You're calling me insane?" I whisper in shock. She stays quiet, like she wants to say something but she doesn't. She doesn't even shake her head no. So it's a yes.

"YOU THINK I'M INSANE?!" I yell in disbelief, tears threatening to spill. My breathing quickens and I put my trembling hands to my stomach. She grabs my arms with a tight grip, probably to help me calm down, but it doesn't help since her grip is on my wrists. I feel a enormous pain in my wrist. "Ah!" I whine, pull it away from her. Her eyes shoot to my wrist, I pull my sleeve up a bit to see if the bruise is worse. And oh, it is. My entire wrist is almost black. I hear a gasp from the older woman, and when I look up to her, she has a horrified look on her face.

"Did I... Did I do that to you?" She whispers in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes. I look away from her and nod.

I guess her movements were a bit too fast, she tries to wrap me in a hug, but I flinch and step away from her.

No, it can't be. I can't be afraid of her...

"Please don't be afraid of me." Her painful whisper breaks my heart.

I sigh, knowing what comes next. I don't want to do this, but I've no choice left.

"Marilyn, if there's no trust between us, we both know what that means." I say.

"No, Y/N we can fix this, please don't do this..." She tries to talk to me and step closer, but I just take a step back.

"I'm sorry, but it's over." I whisper, crying. I get out of her dorm, leaving the woman stand there in tears.