My Brother's Bestfriend-Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

Chapter 29

"Ok well I have to go the washroom. Are you going to be ok by yourself for like two minutes?" Amanda asked me. I knew she was just looking out for me.

"Um ya I have to talk to a teacher anyways so I'll just meet you in the commons area," I said pretty confident that I wouldn't see Tyler.

"Are you sure?" Amanda asked.

"Yes! Now go already," I said jokingly. She walked down the hall and out of my sight. I walked the opposite direction looking for my awful teacher's classroom because she gave me a zero on something I know I handed in.

I went to her door and jiggled the handle, trying to get in. It was locked. I peered through the window and noticed that her laptop and bag was gone which meant she left for the night. I let out a groan before turning back around to head down to the commons area. Someone pulled me from behind, and pushed me against the wall. I was too terrified to look at their face.

"Finally I get you alone," he said. I didn't say anything, I just looked away. "I did a great job, no bruises or anything," he said sliding his fingers down my cheek and neck. He pressed firmly, leaving red marks down my skin.

"What do you want?" I muttered. I still couldn't bare to look at him.

"You to cooperate," he hissed. He grabbed my chin, pulling my face towards him. I turned away again, him just to bring my head back. "Look at me god damn it!" he yelled as his fist drove into the wall right beside my head. My eyes fluttered open, scared into believing that my head would be next. A tear sprung from my eye. I tried to hold them back but I couldn't anymore. More fell down my cheeks and I tried to choke back the sobs. I couldn't let him see me this way, I couldn't let him get the best of me. "Oh now don't cry." His thumb rubbed away my tears. "Did I scare you babe?" He pulled me into his chest, my face pressed into his shoulder. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight to his body. I didn't have a choice. I started to sob. How could a loving gesture feel so cold and frightening?

"Is everything alright here?" I heard a mature voice say. I looked to my left and out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked to be my teacher. Tyler's fingers dug into my back, with such force that I know there would be bruises.

"H-he-" I barely got out.

"Ya she's just a little bit upset, I wouldn't mention anything about it," Tyler said. I tried to call for help, only resulting in Tyler's fingers digging farther into my back, so far that I could feel the shape of his index finger between my ribs. I struggled for air, the pressure of his hands forcing all the air out of me.

"Oh ok," said the teacher, as if he didn't want to push any boundaries.

I felt as if I was trapped on a deserted island, my only hope of surviving was to catch the attention of a passing airplane. That teacher was my plane and it just passed me by, like I was enjoying an exotic trip to an island instead of actually fighting for my life. The only spark of hope I had was brutally murdered in a split second. My only hope in surviving was gone so now I was left to my own devices.

The teacher left, Tyler making the act more convincing by whispering things like "It's ok baby" and "Please don't cry" as the teacher walked by.

Now I was angry and disgusted just at him in general for being an awful human being.

"Let. Me. Go." I made it clear and precise. I was done crying and ready to fight.

"Aw you don't mean that do you? I was just starting to enjoy this lovely moment," he said in such a cruel tone.

"Let me go," I demanded.

"Some one is a little bitchy," he said adding a little laugh on the end.