The Truthful Game

Chapter 7

In Jess C. Scott's Wicked Lovely, there is a quote which says, "I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?" Here, the passion kept continue to burn brighter, brighter than the sun.

Elizabeth soon found herself tagging along with Mr. Matthews or should she put it lustfully, Richard. His eyes were begging her to follow him and she could not help it. The moment they reached his house, the act of sin began.

Richard grabbed Elizabeth by the waist and started placing his tongue in her mouth as they made out. It felt so good for her, she could feel the energy rushing through her body. In return, she did the same as well. Now, they were both intertwined locking their lips and exploring the taste of the sinful and lustful.

"I want you inside me.", Elizabeth whispered into Richard's ears. "Make me feel like a woman." Richard chuckled but his face showed otherwise. "What am I doing? We aren't supposed to do this.", he said.

Slowly, both Elizabeth and Richard became awkward, not knowing what they actually were doing. They thought they had a purpose, the passion which could not be ignored. "I...I shall leave. Goodbye, Mr. Matthews.", Elizabeth took her leave with a guilt in her eyes.

Richard was the one badly scarred. He went into the kitchen and quickly dig into the drawers, seemingly to find the perfect solution to helped his situation. The orange prescription pills was the one for him. He swallowed them and gulped down his glass of water.

"Richard, the case file states that you allegedly had a relationship with your student."

"Those were alleged claims, you can't believe those fucking words.", Richard gestured as he was holding his cigarette.

"Okay, Richard. I was just checking. Another information on the file is interesting. According to your friends, you always mentioned this particular person called Amelia. Who is she?"

Richard gulped, what could he say? WHAT COULD HE SAY?! He was driving mad. "Amelia, she is, I mean she was my...my good friend.", he replied, knowing she would not be totally convinced.

"Hmm, I see. I am sorry for your loss. In my other file, it says Amelia was killed in a freak accident and you happened to be there. Do you remember?"

"No, not really. That was a bad day."

"I see. Well, that is all I have for your first session. Richard, some people like yourself do suffer some traumatic changes. Some could last for many years..."

Richard stared at his glass of water. He could remember the counselling session he had with Mrs. Robinson. The counselling session lasted for a year or so, if he could remember.

"I'm so sorry, Amelia."

"I'm truly sorry..."