Unbreakable

afternoon

I was just now closing my locker, getting all of my English work together. My hand slipped off of the edge of the locker and once it closed Mr. Bagans voice was heard again.

"Come on now Klhoe" he said, smiling. I bared a small smile as he showed me the way to the classroom. "Now, I'm really excited you decided to stay after school to work on your essay. Things will get much easier with that out of the way" he told me, getting his keys out of his back pocket. My head nodded absent-mindlessly. We were walking down the main hall, seeing other teachers leave the building. I would stare at them and turn my head to watch them go, why wasn't Mr. Bagans leaving? Probably to supervise me while writing my essay.

The English door came in front of us as he slipped the keys into the lock and turned them, unfolding the room to us. Well, let's put the room into more detail so I don't leave you staring at a blank wall. It had off white walls with white trims and two white double-door in back , for supplies and all. His desk was in the front left corner being tilted to a certain angle and had his cushioned, swivel chair. About 30 chairs were in the simple room, being lined up in rows and the chalkboard had been erased from the custodians that stopped by and cleaned up. I walked in, smelling a funny but sweet scent, it was the aroma of Vanilla.

"Just set your things on your desk there" he told me, flashing a smile. I walked over to my desk and laid down my binder, then placed my bag on the floor. "So let's talk about what you're essay will be about exactly"

I sat myself in my seat and raised my head, looking at him was he really serious? My teeth bit my bottom lip, unsure of this, but he was my teacher what else was I going to do. This essay was really important to me, so maybe he would have some advice or ideas for me to right down.

"Well, Its about tow girls how just had a horrible break up before Christmas. And they trade houses for the holidays. One ehi goes to England. And the other to united States. That is all I got before, the bell rang" I stated. He nodded his head, understanding how I would want the girl to at least fall in love again, he smiled at me and sat in his desk.

"But what if the girl didnt fall in lovr? , what if she simply fell in love with him the way he did with her" he suggested. I had to agree. Is she just going to fall in love with that?

"The guy live in England, she would fall in love with him" I commented. He reclined in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and feet on his desk. He seemed pretty relaxed and calm.

"True, but what if something happened to that they got married , so she rethinks everything and finds it that him and her were destiny" he said and smiled with his satisfaction. I thought about it for a while as he grabbed a student chair and pulled it over to my desk to help me write the essay. I didn't think I needed any help though.

"Okay, I guess that could work out. So I write about her and him falling in love. " He was in front of my desk in a yellow chair from one of the computers on the side of the room. He nodded his head.

It had been about 35 minutes of us talking randomly, he seemed like a cool teacher to me. The only thing that creeped me out a bit was the fact that he wouldn't stop talking about how the boy and girl fell in love and love this or that.

"So would you want to have children in the future?" he asked. I looked at him shocked, feeling like I should keep that answer to myself. I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, "I guess" Something in my gut was screaming at me, my stomach was doing flips and I felt nauseous. He made a small smile and nodded his head.

"Good. That's good" he told me. I was in the middle of the paper in the essay, half-way through, when my hand stopped writing, because someone stopped me. My free hand was on the piece of paper while my other hand was writing away freely, then I felt a constant rubbing on my left hand, my free hand. I looked up from my paper and saw Mr. Bagans rubbing circles on the palm of my hand with his thumb. My hand flinched.

"What are you doing?" I asked him quickly. He looked up and gave a sly smile.

"Just thought you're hand was hurting or something since you're working so hard" he told me. I stopped breathing then and shifted in my seat awkwardly.

"But that hand isn't doing anything Mr. Bagans" I told him, hoping he was realizing he was making me uncomfortable.

"Well. Uh, you never know, you look a little tense..." he observed and I didn't answer. Mr. Bagans stood up from the yellow chair and walked behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

His hands were moving back and forth and pressing down hard on my muscle. He was giving me a massage and then my heart started beating extremely fast. I was getting scared, ultimately terrified. His hands were first just on my shoulder blades, but they started to move inward casually, then began to travel down the front of me. He was getting a little to close. His hands were about to reach something I wouldn't want to even think about, so I jumped out of my seat immediately.

"Mr. Bagans, I think I should be getting home" I reacted and he seemed upset. His feet shifted to his desk, standing before me.

"But we aren't finished yet" he told me. I had stopped breathing and only inhaled through my nose from then on.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. He walked in closer to me and I began to back up, eventually I hit the chalkboard with my back, causing a low rumble in the walls. He had each of his hands on the wall, blocking me in. I was terrified now. He bent down and kissed roughly on the side of my neck, then trailed up on my bottom jaw. I was feeling tears drip out from my eyes cautiously.

"I'm very attracted to you, Khloe" he murmured in my ear and I was struggling to get out of there, but he had placed one arm on my torso and another to my mouth. Tears were falling over his knuckles and he cooed, "Shh. Calm down. I promise you..it'll be fun" he told me, giving me a smile. I jolted over, trying to escape, but his arms still pinned me down. "Don't worry...just tell me to stop and it will be all over" he told me and let go of my mouth, but then replaced it with his lips. My heart was pounding, my pulse was rushing, and I was terrified to the max. His body was pressed tightly on mine and his hands roamed all over my back, then they crept toward the bottom of my shirt and he threw it to the floor.

I should have never came, I thought over and over again in my head. Help anyone, I thought in my head, hoping superman might come running here, from hearing my thoughts, but no one came. I was alone with Mr. Bagans , stripping off my clothes and crashing onto my lips. Tears would flow once in a while, but the most tears were the one's that came to the end.