Mr. Hemmings

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"So you're telling me that Pizza Hut doesn't deliver this far?" Michael says taking a hit from the blunt we were passing around.

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't bro. We're too far away." I say taking the blunt being passed to me and taking a hit.

"Dammit." Michael days, pouring himself a shot of whiskey and putting the glass to his lips. Tilting his head back as he took it down.

I'm not a fan of alcohol. It's the reason why my parents are divorced. My mother was an alcoholic. She abused me and my little brother. She had many affairs with my father and she really fucked him up. Especially the day when he walked into their room after a long day of working his ass off at 2 jobs, to see another guy in their bed. Now it's just me, my brother, and my dad who is still working his butt off at 2 jobs and not to mention I work too.

I feel a hand on my thigh and I look over to see Calum.

"Yea baby?" I ask as he just stares at me. His hand starts to move up closer and closer to a place where his hand should not be.

"Calum stop." I say.

"Why baby?" He says and starts to kiss my neck.

"You're wasted" I say.

"No I'm Calum." He says. He starts to go towards the zipper of my black jeans.

"Calum stop." I say.

"Can you shut the fuck up." He says and slides his hand up my shirt and starts touching my chest as his other hand slides into my pants.

"Calum please stop!" I say almost in tears. Both of the boys were laughing until they heard me say that. Ashton and Michael became aware of the situation pretty quickly.

Calum's hand slipped into my underwear.

"Stop it!!!!" I said in tears, trying to get his hands off of me.

"Dude she said stop it!!! Why don't you get that!" Ashton said. I finally got out of his grip and put my shoes and jacket on.

"Thank you for letting me come over Michael." I said and as I started walking to the door. A hand grabs my wrist with a tight grip.

"You're not going anywhere." Calum said, the grip on my wrist getting tighter and tighter. I felt it start to bruise.

"Dude, stop she wants to go. Let go of her." Michael says. Calum finally let go and I ran out of the house crying.

I only lived a few blocks away. I also couldn't drive. Ashton drove me everywhere.

I started walking home, balling my eyes out. I just can't believe Calum would do that to me. How could he. He said he wouldn't ever pressure me into things or force me to do anything. I told him to stop multiple times. He even hurt me physically. God I hate drunk people. I just wish alcohol wasn't even a thing. He really hurt me. He really Fucking hu-

My thoughts were cut off when I ran into someone. Come on Violet, seriously.

"Violet?" I hear the person say. I look up to see none other than Mr. Hemmings.

"Oh hi Mr. Hemmings. I'm sorry for running into you. I'll just be on my way."
"Wait, are you crying?" He says.
"Um yea but I'll be OK."

"No. You should come inside. I know that sounds bad bc I'm your teacher. But come in and we'll talk about this."

As creepy as that did sound. I did need someone more than anything right now. Even if it was my new algebra II teacher. And I did trust this guy. And he did say he would be here for us, if we did need anything.

"Ok fine but only for a little. I have to be home soon." I say.
"Ok. Thank you." He says.

I follow him up the metal steps that lead up to his apartment. Realizing that I've walked way past my house and I walked at least a mile or two past my street and to the apartment complexes.

We reach his door. The wooden door having the numbers 210 on it. He unlocked the door and opened it. Gesturing for me to go in first

"Should I take my shoes off?" I ask.
"Only if you want to." He says I keep them on. Then I hear little footsteps on the tile and look to see a cute little puppy running towards me.

"Oh that's Buddy. He's a pitbull puppy. And especially my pitbull puppy." Mr. Hemmings says.

"He's cute." I say getting down and petting him. He gives me a few licks on my face, wagging his tail.

"So Violet, why were you crying?" He asks.
"It's a lot Mr. Hemmings."
"Please call me Luke. Outside of school I'm Luke." He says.

"Well, Luke it's a lot." I say.
"I have time he says." Walking behind his counter.

"Ok well good." I say as I sit on one of the stools in front of the kitchen counter.