Dangerous Games

Chapter six

Tw. sexual assault 

"The professor who died was my father." A cold sweat ran down me. "My life was ruined when he died, and I know you did it." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I want revenge, Aster."

I saw red. Multiple shades. How could such a divine, gorgeous human, come from such an ugly, rotten specimen?

"I want to know why you killed him. I want to know what could have been so bad that it warranted burning down a whole college building." She lowered her eyes and her face almost resembled pity, then I remembered how she smacked me 16 times and I was reminded how that was seemingly not an emotion of hers. "How could you kill someone so kind? He was lo-"

"Do not call him that." I spat. Her eyes slimmed down on me, but I did not waver. "He is not worth kind words. He was not the saint you think he is." Her eyes softened as she unclenched her jaw, a look of...fear, on her face.

"What did he do?"

I took a deep breath. No going back, I suppose.

"Your father was...loved. By everyone. Including me." I began, my voice cracking as I reopened such a sour wound that I spent years trying to close. "He was my professor, for cinema studies. I used to think he was so nice and caring. Until I realized it was fake. Until I noticed, he was only like that to certain people." She furrowed her brows.

"What type of people?"

"Female students." She let out a small gasp as I tried to blink away the visions of him. Of him saying things, doing things.

"He would act like a savior, I guess. It wasn't soon before he started trying to act like mine. At first I was happy, I thought he might've been trying to take an interest in my work, some of my projects y'know? He did sometimes, but it mostly dwindled down to him wanting to see me to help around the classroom. I saw how I wasn't going to get much anything from it, but I wanted to be nice, just accept everything he did as friendly. And I did, I..I helped with grading papers, sorted his books, I think I even shined his shoes once." I laughed, an awkward feeling knowing how much such small actions had such big impacts. I thought it would help my grades, which were slipping. To say the least.

It didn't seem friendly to him, however. He took it as a sign, a sign I'd 'do anything' for him. One day, I went to his office to ask about a missing grade I had. I opened the door and he was just standing behind his desk with a book, and he was half naked. He smiled when he saw me."

A tear slipped down my cheek, surprising me.

"S-sorry." I wiped it from my face using my shoulder, seeing as my hands were still tied.

"It's alright. Continue." Her voice was assertive, yet soft. It probably wasn't easy for her either, hearing her father was a monster.

"Yeah, y-eah ok. So, he was sitting there. I walked in and froze. I asked what he was doing, he asked what I meant. I said 'why aren't you wearing clothes?'. I laughed it off, thinking he was waiting for someone else. In hindsight, I should have left that damn room the moment I saw him." I bit my lip.

"You can stop. If you want." I could tell she was trying to be cold, but still respectful.

"No." I shook my head. "N-no, I want you to have the full story."

She nodded.

"He walked towards me, and I didn't retreat. I was so..stuck. I thought running would anger him, but entertaining it was not an option. So I stood there. A stupid, innocent girl who...who should have killed him sooner."