Mutinous

Chapter 42

While walking down the hallway that lead to our apartment I was not sure I had ever been so scared in my life. My heartbeat was pounding harder than I believed it ever had been, my palms were sweaty and goosebumps were covering my entire body. Harry and I had been caught by a professor. She had given us a warning, but because I was underage she told me she needed to inform my parents as they did not want that kind of behaviour inside University grounds. Harry had reassured me that it was pretty normal and that all students did it. Fortunately for most, they weren't underaged and didn't get caught. So even though it might have been normal unfortunately Harry's words were no comfort. My parents were going to kill me, and since they had ringed me 19 times in total before I even got home, I knew that they had already been informed and that things were about to get ugly. In that moment Harry could no longer keep my mind busy, and I was in serious trouble. It had been bad enough that I had been lying to them about where I had been and that I had been seeing a boy, well a man, but the fact that I was sleeping with him was something they would not let slip easily. As far as I knew they were going to tie me to my bed and never let me set foot out in daylight again.

My phone ringed again, and I feared to answer. I feared the yelling and I feared the disappointed tone he or she would use depending on who was calling me. But it was nowhere near as bad as what was going to take place on the other side of the wall. The good thing about the phone was that I could just hang up.

I hesitantly opened the door and my heart instantly started beating faster as if that was possible in the state I was in. Voices instantly meeting my ears, and I heard my name being shot back and forth a couple of times.

"I'm going to fucking kill her!" I heard my father say, and then I heard footsteps coming closer as he appeared into my view. "You are an infamy to this family!" He said and before I could even comprehend his words his hand had made contact with my cheek. It hurt, and it shocked me that it would happen in this instant even though I had prepared myself for this to happen. However, what shocked me more was his hand colliding with my cheek once again.

"Richard, leave her alone," mum called as he was about to swing his hand at me a third time.

Tears had built in my eyes, and just as I thought mum was on my side she unfortunately wasn't.

"Don't you start crying, Elliot! You put this on yourself. How could you do this to us?" She yelled crossing her arms, while I silently took off my coat trying my hardest not to cry.

"Talk to us. Why did you do this?" She snapped, and I noticed father staring at me as if I was from a different species. If eyes could kill I would have died the instant I entered the apartment.

"Think about your reputation. Everybody is going to think my daughter is a slut," father said, and it felt like he had just hit me in the gut by the use of word. However, it was obvious he was more concerned about his reputation than mine.

"I love him. You know that," I said giving mum a pleading look hoping she would understand.

"You knew this!" Father screamed at mum, and the tears started to fall.

"I didn't believe it was true," she defended herself.

"But you still did't tell me! How could you possibly not tell me this? Our daughter might be pregnant! And you did not feel like telling me that she thinks she has feelings for this boy."

"He's not a boy," I defended and regretted it as soon as I had.

"That's right he's not! He's fucking 21!" He screamed at me, and I wondered how he knew this. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the living room, ordering for me to sit down on the couch. His touch hurt, but I was not going to let him know how much he had hurt me both psychically and physically. Now was not the time.