Living With My History Teacher

Chapter 16

Taylor's POV

"Well..." He urged wanting to know every detail. I wanted to tell him, I really did, but not yet. I stared at my best friend who was impatiently waiting for me to talk.

"Maybe some other time" I pleaded staring into his eyes, I wasn't ready to tell him. He saw this and finally let it go making me promise to tell him eventually.

We spent the rest of my break together until I had to get back to work and he had to get back home to deal with his hangover.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I came face to face with an angry Kyrn. She had her hands on her hips tapping her foot as she glared at me.

"Where were you" she asked, "um...work" I replied like it was the most obvious thing, which it was. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "I mean last night, you didn't come home" she said looking worried now.

Didn't Damon tell her?

"Yeah, I came back really late you were asleep then" I said and she nodded, a smile taking over her pretty features.

"I am going to assume everything went well. So how was the party? Anything fun happen? Did you get laid" she asked, an excited glint in her eyes. I tensed at her last question.

'I didn't but I was almost raped' I thought, the scenes from last night replaying in my head.

"No" I said dropping my things on the floor and sitting on the couch. She frowned sitting on the couch next to me.

I told her everything, except the part where I was almost raped, a second time. Shaking my head to get rid of those thoughts, I zoned back in on Kyrn. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking until she had to go back to college.

I always wondered why she didn't just stay here. It should be more comfortable here than a dorm. When I asked she said she wanted to have the full college experience.  

Makes sense.

I was alone at home. No Damon or Kyrn.

Home.

I really don't know when I got used to calling it that. It felt like I had a family here, with Damon and Kyrn. They made me feel so comfortable. It felt nice to have a family again.

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"The hell" I whispered, my voice came out scratchy and hoarse. But that wasn't the problem.

My hands and legs were restrained to what felt like the four posts of a bed, and I couldn't see a thing cause of the blindfold over my eyes.

I tugged at the restraints but they wouldn't budge. I panicked and tugged harder.

What the hell is this?

I stopped my struggling when I heard a door open and close. "Who's there" I asked timidly, he could be a rapist or a stalker or a murderer.

Who the hell kidnapped girls and tied them to a bed.

I didn't get a response. I could only hear footsteps coming towards the bed, and with every step my heart beat faster. 

"Who are you" I tried again but still didn't get a response, instead I felt the bed dip beside me.

Then I felt his hand move under my shirt drawing circles on my stomach making my skin crawl.

My heart kicked into overdrive. I tugged at my restraints again hoping this would stop.

He moved again and this time he got on top of me straddling me. "Stop" I yelled at him but he didn't stop.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped off and I came face to face with the guy at Logan's party. He smirked down at me as he ripped my shirt leaving me in my bra.

"Get off me" I yelled at him as I tugged harder on my restraints. He ignored me, drawing a trail with his finger from my neck between my breast and down to my stomach.

I felt sick. Why does this have to keep happening to me?

His finger traced my lower lip and I bit it but he only chuckled as he licked his finger.

He reached down to take off his shirt and soon I was face to face with my father.

"Dad" I whispered, staring at the man on top of me, the man who had tried to rape me a few months ago.

"Hello baby girl good to see you again"

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"NO"

I sat up from the couch, drenched in my own sweat. It was just a dream, nothing but a dream.

It felt so real though.

I placed my hand on my beating chest trying to calm down.

"You okay?" I heard a voice ask. I shot up from the couch and found Damon standing behind the couch.

"You scared me" I said, he ignored me looking me up and down.

"You okay?" He asked again. I nodded running my hand through my hair.

I'm not okay.

That was terrifying. Being held down like that. I couldn't do anything to save myself. My father and that stranger, both wanted to have their way with me. 

"I'm f...f..ine" I stuttered, but when I looked at him my vision was blurry. I placed my hand on my cheek and felt the tears running down my face.

I had no idea I was crying.

"Taylor" he whispered coming closer and I took a step back. "I..I'm...f..fine" I stuttered again, running my hands through my hair and trying to stop the tears running down my face.

I looked back to Damon to see him looking back at me, confusion all over his face. He reached out trying to touch me and I flinched, moving away from him.

"Don't touch me" I yelled at him. When he tried to touch me, it made my skin crawl and all I could see was my dad and that stranger trying to get their hands on me.

He came closer until I was backed up against the wall. "Don't touch me, please don't touch me" I kept repeating but he didn't listen just kept coming closer.

I shut my eyes tightly looking away from him and trying to mould myself into the wall. It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around me and the smell of his cologne wafted into my nose that I was able to calm down.

"Shh shh shh it's alright no one's going to hurt you" he whispered in my ear and I held onto him balling his shirt in my hand as I cried harder.

The tears fell faster now soaking his shirt. While I cried he just held me rubbing circles on my back. I don't know how or when we ended up on the floor with me straddling his waist and him rocking me back and forth.

My cheeks blushed a bright red at our current position. "Thank you" I whispered to him wiping my tears.

"You're welcome" he said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Our faces were only inches apart, I could feel his minty breath fanning my face as his thumb traced circles on my cheek.

His face moved closer to mine and I didn't move away, I couldn't move away. I was hypnotized by his eyes, his pretty green eyes.

I know I should have pulled away but I couldn't.

Our lips were barely a hair's breadth away now.

This was going to happen.

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