Shhh... It's our secret (teacher/student relationship)

Chapter three

Krystal POV

After my alarm went off I tried to get out of bed. It was HARD I tell you! Everything hurt. I didn't want to get out of bed but I knew it would mean more beatings from my dad and more hurtful words from my mom. But if I went to school I would get all of the nasty comments from the sluts, the soccer team, so basically everyone at school, and I would have to face everyone staring at my bruises, and on top of that have mr. King ask questions.
I hate having to talk to people simply because I'm scared, scared for people to make fun, get annoyed and just to touch me, I hate it, after everything my dad does to me I almost pass out from people touching me. I don't want to get hurt more than I am.

I looked at the time and it was 07.30 and school started in an hour.
I jumped in the shower, put in my huge, ugly clothes and went downstairs.
I heard noises and I freeze, the Devils are us already? F*ck me, what do I do? I asked myself. Ok, Krystal. Just calm down and get through the front door, you have money in your pocket if you need it, but you probably don't because everyone thinks you are fat.
After the talk I had with myself I went down, I didn't make it far before I smelt the nasty smell of vodka and smoke. I heard them say something that didn't really make sense, so I'm assuming they are drunk and high.
I ran out the front door and got to school early, it was almost half an hour until I had to be in class. My first of the day, science with mr. White. He was a guy in his thirties and he always made me feel uncomfortable. He has tried to lead me on with good grades if I do stuff with him. I have always declined it, but he always rapes me with his eyes. He is not a good looking guy, he is gross and a pedophile. I haven't told anyone because who would believe me? And who would I tell?

I walked in to his class and he did his usual eye raping. He came up to my desk as usual

"If you don't want to fail this class, you better stay after school" mr. White said with an ugly/scary smirk on his face.and waked away.
My body tensed up and I felt sick to my stomach.
After his class I have English with mr. King. Yay(sarcasm) he was really annoying with his questions, even if he knew there was nothing to be done. I would just go to an orphanage, I don't have family that gives a shit. They know about my parents, they just don't care.

I walked to English. Head down, hood over it.
"Morning" mr. King said, I just continued walking to my desk. He heard footsteps coming my way, but I kept my head down, I didn't want to reveal my bruises or talk to him for that matter.
"Are you alright?" Mr. King asks.
I just nod in response.
I see his hand coming up to my face and I immediately push my chair back and stand up. I'm scared, I don't want another mark on my face.
"Hey, it's ok. Are you scared of me?" Mr. King asks in an almost sad voice.
I slowly nod my head, not even thinking.
I saw his hand come to my face, I got ready for the slap, but it never came. Instead he grabbed my chin carefully and made me look up at him.
He gasped and he saw my bruises, before he could examine them more I pulled away and put my head down.

Mr. King p.o.v

I looked at her bruised face and I knew I had to help, I hated seeing her so depressed and hurt. I wanted to do everything to protect her, wait what?! I'm her teacher, and I shouldn't be thinking like this, but I couldn't help it.