And I'm his student.

chapter nine

"How are you feeling Miss Gallow?" the police officer asked me, while an ambulance assiant gently pressed a wet cloth on my wounds, I wince.

"I'm okay I guess" I stutter

He nods as another accompanies him to his side.

From from perhimpahal I see how one was asking Mr. Calvin questions. Every now and then his eyes would meet with mine.

I look away in pain.

"Don't worry those men will be charged and put away" one female officer hands me a water bottle.

"Thank you"

After a little interrogation by a tall police officer, Mr. Calvin filled in the missing spots as I couldn't speak of what had happened after he had saved me. The uneasiness in his voice made me sweat like crazy.

"So you are her teacher?" The officer asked

"Yes" he responded. He seemed so calm.

"What were you doing here?" The officer looked at him straight in the eye.

I could feel the palms of my hands starting to sweat.

"My brother is one of the stage setter for the band and I usually help him when he has work. I just managed to be at the right place at the right time fortunately for miss Elenore"

The officer looked at him in silence, a few nerve wrecking seconds passed by. With occasional glances at me and back at mr. Calvin.

Until finally the officer licked his lips, close the note pad and removed his hands from his hips. Careful doing so as if seeing the reaction of Mr. Calvin.

"Good thing Mr. Calvin was here to help" the officer hinted at me,

I nodded.

Mr. Calvin nervously nodded too and looked down at the tip of his shoes.

"I'll call your parents if that's ok"

"I'll let her borrow my phone." Mr. Cavin starts taking out his cell phone.

"Can Mr. Calvin take me home, he knows my parents...." I lie, "and would be more comfortable if he talked to her."

The officer looked at me and nodded, "if that makes you more comfortable ok." He purses his lips.

"Thank you" I mutter.

"We will call in the morning to check if everything is okay." The office said.

I nod and thank him.

Mr.Calvin helps me on the way to the car, the officer following along helping me sit down. He asked twice making sure if i wanted to go to the hospital.

I shook my head no.

The way home was quiet. I kept staring at the trees as he drove.

"How are you feeling?" Mr. Calvin breaks the silence.

I didn't know how I actually felt. Empty? just two hours ago I was almost raped and probably even killed. And now I'm in the car on my way home with a bruise on my head. Surely my mom won't let me out again.

I shrug

"Elenore?" Mr. Calvin suddenly reaches for mine.

I flinch, he pulls it away. "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to hurt you."

"No it's ok, I just." I reply.

"I didn't mean to scare you." His eyes try to look for mine, all I could do was look away in shame. If let embarrassed and scared.

We were finally in front of my house.

"Elenore it's okay if you don't..."

Before he could finish I lean in and hug him tightly. I bury my face on his chest. He hugs me back, slowly stroking hair. He kisses the top of it.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, I promise on my life I won't let anything hurt you." He says on top of my head. Randomly kissing my head until reaching my forehead.

He pulls back, "come on your mom must be worried."

I push the sudden tears away and nod. Smiling.

"Elenore why are you so late!" My mom shouts coming out of the living room, she stops and averts her gaze towards Mr.Calvin. "Oh hello, didn't know we had visitors.

"Hello I'm Noah Calvin, Elenores English teacher." He shakes her hand, her hand open wide.

"Violin teacher" I add.

She stands back in awe, no doubt taking in his appearance.

"Oh well nice to meet you, why do you have dry blood in your face Elenore?"

The room gets quiet.

Mr. Calvin steps foreword and explains.