Misguided

🌺 CHAPTER 0.7 🌺

Mr Mallory grips Arden's forearm aggressively pulling her up off the floor and down the now empty hallway.

They enter his empty classroom and throws her roughly down on the floor. He underestimated his strength as she goes head first into one of the front row tables.
Her vision blurs for a slight second until she feels the steady drip of blood starting to leak from her hairline.

"Shit baby, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you." He rushes out as he crouches down to her level, tucking her hair behind her ear. The petname making her nausea return.

"Why do you make me do this Arden. You know you can't talk to other boys." He spits out, his jealousy taking over.

He turns and walks to his desk, pulling the black leather chair out from underneath. Taking a seat he rakes a hand through his hair, letting out an aggravated breath. He leans forward and rests his elbows against his knees.

"Come here." He sighs.

Arden quickly stands up on shaky legs not wanting to face the consequences if she doesn't. She slowly goes to stand between his knees as his hands come to rest on the arch of her back. She takes a sharp inhale of breath and wills her self to not flinch.
"Your so beautiful Arden, and your all mine." He states looking into her watery eyes.

He moves his cold hands down to behind her thighs. He starts to kiss the exposed skin in her neck. His wet lips leaving burn marks on her bare skin.

She knows the drill and is quick to drift's off. She can still remember the first time he permanently scarred her.

-I stood outside the school entrance shielding myself from the heavy rain starting to fall from the sky. I look down at my old phone and see no new messages. Taking it as my sign to try ring Reid again.

I know he left school earlier with a girl, I saw him leave at lunch but I thought he would be back by now.

The tone rings out after a while and the annoying voicemail of my older brother comes through.

"This is Reid, stop calling, I'm busy-." I cut it off before it finishes already having heard it too many times. I was just about to call my dad asking him to pick me up when I heard the voice of one of my favourite teachers.

Mr Mallory was always nice to me when I got bullied, he would always come to my rescue.

"Arden? What are you still doing here?" He says, his voice slightly raspy from the cold weather.

"I'm just waiting for my brother but I don't think he's coming." I sigh out after looking down to my phone. School ended forty minutes ago.

"Why don't you come inside and try call him again?" He says.

Not thinking much of it I take up his offer and follow his tall frame back into the school. His hard leather shoes tap against the floor with every step.

We reach his classroom and I'm quick to run up to the radiator to place my raw hands against them to try warm myself up.

"I like your outfit today. You look very pretty." He reminds me of his presence, slightly startling me as I was so focused on the fulfilling heat.

I look down feeling slightly self conscious in my new pleated skirt.

"Thank you sir."

He stands up and walks to wards me, like a predator stalking his prey. I just didn't know that I was the prey.

I was starting to feel more nervous the closer he got to me. When he was in arms reach he lifted up his hand and tucked some of my hair behind my ear.

"Your lucky I saw you, I was just in my way home. I'm supposed to be grading papers for tomorrow's class but I'm here with you instead." He whispered, I could feel his warm breath on my nose. It smelt like cigarettes. "I think you should thank me for my generosity sweetheart."

"T-Thank you." I whisper back in a shy voice.

He raises back up to his full height and I have to crane my neck to look at him.
"Why don't you show me how thankful you are Arden?" His voice becoming slightly exited.

I know he's just being nice but I'm starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Sir I think my brother is here now, I should go check." I say, but he just chuckled in response.

I look towards the door, planning to leave, but I notice the lock is switched down.
When did he lock the door?

I'm starting to get really nervous and my breaths are becoming heavier. All this time I've been backing away and he's been walking towards me. My back hits the wall and he's now right in front of me.

"Arden, your being rude now." He gives me a disapproving look.

His eyes flicker down to my chest and a smirk comes across his face. "Let's get this wet jumper off you huh? You must be cold."

I shake my head but he ignores me and starts to unzip my black jumper so I'm left standing in just my skirt and long sleeved t-shirt.

"Your so beautiful." He states

My body is frozen and my blood runs cold. He's my teacher, should he be saying this?

I feel his hands all over my body and try to push him away but he simply holds both of my tiny wrists in his hand and pins them the the wall.

I can feel the tears forcing them self out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

"What a-are you doing?" I ask in a quiet voice. "Shhh, your making me feel so good Arden." He breathes out in my ear. I can feel his hands move to my skirt and undo the buttons, letting it fall to the ground.
He looks down at my pink panties and takes a sharp inhale. He hastily goes to remove his own belt and pulls his trousers down to his ankles.

I know what's happening, mom told me about sex once before. She told me it's when two people love each other. She told me that you have to say yes and trust your partner.

Mr Mallory is really scaring me.
"No no no, please stop." I blubber out.
Here I am violently sobbing in my maths classroom standing naked. I don't even remember when the rest of my clothes came off.

He lays me down on the floor and I'm shocked by his sudden gentleness.
"Don't cry baby. I'm going to make this enjoyable for you too." He says in a throaty voice.

I start to scream out for help when his mouth met mine and swallow the sound.
I start to struggle out against him, the cold floor hitting my bare back sending shivers down my spine.

"Stop struggling, you've been teasing me all year. I know you want this." His voice thick with lust.

I feel discomfort around my hips from his tight grip sure to leave bruises. Then sudden an agonising pain between my legs.

The sound of him grunting on top of me is barely heard over my muffled screams.-