My Savior Was My English Teacher

Chapter 9

A/N: Hey guys. I understand that it’s usually a good two to four weeks between an update, and I’m sorry. With the way I write, I can’t just sit myself down and force myself to write. The inspiration just comes when it does, so I’m very sorry about that. Anyways. Thank you for reading so far and sticking with my inconsistentness.

XOXO~ Val

*Devon’s POV*

I don’t know if it was due to the traumatic events of the past day, or the fact that I was just so completely exhausted with everything my life had managed to throw at me, but I slept like a log that night. The only time that I had woken up was when I was beginning to burn up due to the heavy blankets and the heat of the man holding my protectively to his chest, even in his sleep. In order to find some relief without waking Jason, I had to use my feet to pull the blanket down enough that I was able to breathe in fresh and cool air.

The second time I woke up was when Jason stood above me, shaking my shoulder gently to wake me up. I shoved him away and pulled the blanket up over my head, grumbling something about five more minutes.

“I let you sleep in as late as I possibly could. You need to get up and get ready for school. I’ll have breakfast ready in about ten minutes.” It was obvious that he was hoping his promise of breakfast would have gotten me up, but I was use to going without food and sleep was so much more important to me.

“Come on, sweet, get up.” The next five words were brushed against my ear and my eyes slowly opened up to see a dressed and shaved Jason next to me. He had black jeans on with a blood red button up shirt on. A tie hung loosely around his throat and he smelled like cologne.

“Alright… I’m up.” I muttered, pushing myself up. As I stretched, pain overtook my body and I cried out softly. I guess I had forgotten about the beating I had received yesterday from my father. A wince seemed to place itself permanently on my face as I pushed myself to the side of the bed where I tossed my legs over. 

The cool air against my thighs made me realize I had put any shorts on under his shirt the night before and I tugged the large shirt down as a warm sensation covered my face. It was obvious that I was blushing.

“You may want to cover your eye with a lot of make-up.” Jason murmured as he gently grabbed my chin and brought my eyes up to his. My face throbbed around my eye, but it wasn’t swollen too much, so I was a bit thankful for that. His thumb grazed my cheek as gently as it could without hurting me too much and he straightened up after placing a light kiss to me forehead. He turned and walked towards his bedroom door.

“We should leave within the next half hour or so. If you need a baggy sweater or shirt to wear, feel free to dig around my closet.” Jason’s hand rested on the knob of the half open door as he spoke, his voice calm and caring, yet holding the authoritative tone of the teacher that he was. He closed the door as he walked out without another word.

Devon sat there, trying to figure out what today was. It was obviously a school day, and I couldn’t help but groan and wished that I could just skip. Even though I went through hell yesterday, Jason was still making me go to school. Well, that was what I got for staying with a /teacher/. The thought made me grimace before I slowly pushed myself off the bed and went over to my suitcase to attempt to find a baggy shirt.

Thankfully, my legs weren’t bothered too much so I would be able to wear skinny jeans to offset the sweater I would be wearing. It was my rule that if my shirt was baggy, then my jeans had to be tight and vice versa. I noticed that I had a pair of skinny jeans matching the color of Jason’s shirt tucked in the bottom of my suit case and I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled them out.