Teacher , teach me more( Manxman)(mpreg)(teacher/student) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Chp: 6 Lifes a bitch

Lockeys POV

It felt like an eternity before i could move from my position against the wall and even then my body was protesting against every movement i was putting it through .it felt like someone had used an axe to breakdown all my bones until they finally turned into smithereens. my body was in so much pain that I found it excruciating to move a muscle ,But I knew that if I didn't get out of this house soon , id be getting more than just a beating.

Taking a deep breathe trying to muster up all the energy I had left and I pushed myself into standing up and walking towards the staircase . Taking timid steps towards the staircase acknowledging the stinging pain coming from my back , the only thought on my mind was about getting out of this hellhole away from the monster I call a stepfather.

Slowly climbing up the staircase , I had no urge to hurry up for fear of Falling on my ass and awakening the devil again.

finally reaching the top of the crooked staircase , I began to limp my way through the dark corridor , littered with old beer cans and basic trash. The awful oder becoming even worst the before as I limped my way through the passage .

What a filth I thought to myself knowing that if my mother was still alive ,she'd be equally appalled by the mess as I was

Slightly quickening my pace when I recognised the White , worn out door that led into my room situated at the end of the corridor . I hurriedly entered my old sanctuary ignoring the pain in my side and momentarily stopped and stood replaying all the memories I had in this room.

It was a small blue coloured room covered in power ranger stickers. A smile tugged at my lips at the memory of when me and stepfather had decided to paint my room but it instead ended up in both of us covered in paint . Mama had been so pissed that day cause we had gotten blue paint all over the brand new curtains that she had just bought but she soon forgave us when we baked cookies for her. That had been my last memory of us being a happy family all together before the abuse started.

I quickly shook my head to get rid of the memory and put my focus back on the task in hand. Swiftly opening my wooden closet I promptly grabbed my old duffel bag and started to stuff whatever piece of clothing and shoes that I could find into it.

After the bag was basically overflowing with clothing I zipped it up and started to sprint walk my way out of the house. My body was continuously protesting against the physical labour I was putting it through but my mind just kept shouting at me to leave this house and never coming back.

Roughly entering my car and slammed the door shut jamming my keys into the ignition and driving off towards my best friends house.

{30 mins later}

When reaching Luca's house i climbed out of my car and raced towards the door relived that his parents car wasn't in front of the house. Continuously knocking on the door I impatiently waited for Luca to answer the door. when he finally did open the door (thank god) I hurriedly pushed pass him and ran up the carpeted staircase in a rush to get to the room me and him shared. Upon reaching the designated room I threw my duffel bag into one corner of the room and flopped my body on the king sized bed. Putting all my attention into taking deep calm breathes to prevent myself from having a panic attack I didn't notice Luca entering the bedroom and sitting beside me.

"What happened to you "he asked pointing towards the big purple bruise that was beginning to form around my ribs

"The usually"i answered really not in the mood to answer any questions

"You mean the usually....a-as in your stepfather beating you until your unconscious"he practically growled out as his nostrils flared out showing that he was pissed