A Fractured Lover (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 40

My mind was dazed and my body ached.

"Oh...shit," I groaned as my head fell forward and dropped, causing the top of my spine to whine in pain.

I could feel the overwhelming freezing sensation rising into my toes as both of my feet had begun to fall asleep. My back ached painfully and my head throbbed relentlessly as a headache began to take hold.

What the hell did I get into last night?

I went to move my hand to wipe the sleep from my eyes when I felt a tug. A tug of resistance around my wrists refusing to move from where they were.

What?

I willed my eyelids to open, curious to know what the holdup was as I tried twisting my wrists back and forth, trying to get any type of motion in action.

The second my eyes finally squinted open, I snapped them back shut due to the blinding light that was pouring into the room.

I went to move my body into a sitting position when the oddest feeling and realization struck my mind.

I was already sitting.

The shock of my discovery propelled my lids to fly open and my tired hazelnut eyes to take in my surroundings.

I was not in my bedroom.

I was not in my bed.

I hadn't a fucking clue as to where I was.

My eyes hungrily took in the worn, dark wooded kitchen table next to me, gazing across next to the outdated kitchen and treading to the living room with a questionable looking brown couch perched in the middle of the light wood flooring with a small coffee table off to the side with a TV placed on it.

Fear began to creep up into my mind as I scrambled my brain for any recollection of how I ended up in this filth ridden dump in the first place.

I went to stand only to be tugged back quickly to the sitting position in the chair I was in and had apparently been in for a while now. I yanked at my hands for only a split moment until the dreadful realization of what the cold metal surrounding my wrists and keeping me firmly in place, truly was.

I was handcuffed to the chair.

"What..." 

I trailed off as I heard slow footsteps echoing off of the wooded floor.

The footsteps approached at a deafeningly slow pace, only hyping up my nerves and fear for who was just around the corner.

My heart beat was running a mile a minute as I watched as a brown boot came into my vision followed another and then by the rest of the body. A man's body.

Greg's body.

His light brown hair was sprinkled with the occasional gray and as a wide grin stretched out onto his face, wrinkles burst out next to his shinning hazel eyes.

His stare connected with mine as pure joy spread across his entire middle aged face.

"Alexandria..."

Bile rose in my throat and my eyebrows dipped as the horror of my situation finally came into light.

"No, no, no..." I mumbled to myself, shaking my head as I felt water drops cascade down my cheeks and fall onto my lap.

"God, you are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you," I heard his vile voice speak, reminiscing as he took a few steps towards me.

"No, no, no!" I began to scream and thrash around in my seat, ignoring the bites of pain shooting off against my wrists every time the handcuffs cut against my skin.