The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 31- lifeless

'Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.' G.K Chesterton.

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I pressed my face into my pillow as I failed to drift away. I was never the one to fall asleep within 10 minutes, however, laying in bed for nearly 3 hours was a bit anomalous.

An immense amount of thoughts seemed to have occupied my mind, keeping me wide awake. I rolled over as my mind wondered back home, to my entangled father. Had he been up too much? How was he doing without any female help? Was he drinking again? Was he keeping the house neat and tidy?

Did he miss me?

I felt a flash of pain striking my chest. Was he looking for me?

'Ah' said a nasty little voice in my brain. 'He never cared for you, don't you remember the way he treated you, his words? He can't possibly be fagged to look for you.'

I gulped shakily, feeling an itching pain from my very dry throat. I was thirsty.

I rolled the sleeves of my white jumper down and tip toed over to the kitchen to get a cup of water. I opened the fridge door and flinched as it made a cracking sound. I'd rather not get on anyone's bad side tonight, or at all.

A strong smell filled my nostrils but I decided to ignore it.

I seized a bottle of water and poured it down a red glass, sipping it down and swiftly returning it to the fridge. My eye lids were finally going heavy after my mini journey. I yawned, turning to head back as if I had never even gone out.

But suddenly, someone cleared their throat.

I jumped, clutching the left side of my chest where my heart is supposedly placed. My eyes peered up to meet Jasper's black orbs, which looked strangely lustrous and puffy. Bloodshot eyes, I could only relate it to one thing; he was pissed.

"A-alright, Jasper? Well, I was just going to bed so I shall-."

"Having trouble falling asleep, are we sweet cheeks?" He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

I grimaced at the pet name.

"N-no errm I-I was , to be honest but I'm kind of tired right now so i-if you excuse me..." I trailed off, praying he'd get the hint.

Drunk people scare me, you never know what to expect from them since they are in no control of their bodies.

That's why I don't drink.

"Aw c'mon! We could have some fun, the night's barely started." He slurred, taking a dangerous step closer.

I retreated back, attempting to appear calm, despite the anxiety, I was desperately fighting down. Yeah, my stutters had probably already given my distress away, though, he was hopefully too out of it to notice.

Brown eyes flashed down to my chest. Disgust flooded me as I recognised it as the time to try and call for help.

I was about to let out a bloody murder scream when he dived forward, slumping a big hand over my mouth. My fears were confirmed when one of his filthy hands travelled up to my chest, pressing his palm above my breast. My eyes squeezed closed as I battled to stop the tears.

"Shh you've got to keep quiet angel, we don't want to draw any party poopers." The curve of his lips had a sinister edge, evoking a chill across the surface of my spine.

I fidgeted against him when he easily caught both my wrists in one hand, using his menacing frame to his advantage.

My teary vision scanned over to the hallway, mentally praying someone would wake up and save me from this psycho.