Me, My Teacher and Lies

Chapter 6

Hey guys just a heads up there is some physical abuse in this chapter I'm really sorry if it upsets you but I thought it better to warn you - thanks for reading

Lildaydreamerxxxx

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I cannot believe I went and opened my trap about Luc – I mean Mr Greyson! Oh God why me? Maybe I’m just going through a phase I mean a lot of people get a crush on a teacher at some time right? Maybe now is my time I just need to let it run it’s course and fade into nothingness then in ten, twenty years I can look back an laugh, although right now I feel like I’d probably be thinking about he’s doing... how screwed up can one person get?

When I unlocked the door it was eerily quiet and Mom’s car is in the driveway, Betty is not here she always comes to say hello to me when I get home and no Freddie either. I take cautious steps forward placing my bag down very gently on the wood floor and circling my head to make sure I could see in every direction at least once before I switched as I came up to the lounge of which the door was open I slowly poked my head through the gap to look into the room and was suddenly flying backwards. I realised I was looking at the ceiling and I was confused and surprised flat on my back and my face throbbing, I’d been hit right in the kisser. Before I could right myself she stood over me glaring down, my Mom not a burglar or crazy stalker, my Mom.

She’s drunk I can tell, I can smell it and the fact that she’s swaying also helps it’s her eyes I hate the most, blank uncaring holes to stare into.

“Where is my baby”? She whispered in a scary calm voice as soon as I knew she wanted Freddie any offers of a pot of coffee and sit down were gone even if I did know I wouldn’t tell her not when she’s like this.

I stared back her with a backbone this time sat up and replied honestly if not a little rudely “I don’t know”. I saw her hand draw back and quicker than I believed possible it snapped forward across my cheek making my skin burn and prickle trying to rouse myself I blinked and realised I was facing in a new direction, she’d slapped me that hard. I turned to look back at her only to be hit again. I felt the tears spring to my eyes but held them, I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry I chanted in my head. Her hands took my face and turned it back to her again, she was pouting sadly at me like shee'd found my this way and was tring to comfort me and started to tuck my hair behind my ears like she used to when I was little.

“Claire look what you made me do I didn’t want to hurt you but you made me, all I want is my baby tell me where he is Claire and you won’t be punished” she murmured to me.

“I. Don’t. Know” I glared with tear filled eyes earning me a kick to the stomach. I coughed and gasped at the air trying to get oxygen into me - I was winded pretty badly and I couldn’t breathe. I know from experience that when you’re winded the feeling will stop after a while, but I couldn’t afford a while I had to make sure Freddie wasn’t in the house. I know that the alcohol should slow her down so I took a couple more attempts at deep breaths, grasped at my middle with my right arm and pushed myself up fast with my left charging up the stairs at full pelt barrelling to Freddie’s room.

“Hey! Get back here”! She shouted stumbling after me. I almost fell through Freddie’s door looking in his hiding places. He has many of them thanks to me, I told him hide and seek is my favourite game but really I just want to make sure he has places to hide if he needs it, if I’m not here when he needs me.

“Freddie? Freddie are you here”? I cried tears streaming my face and blurring my vision as I grasped at my aching ribs and felt a new heartbeat start in my face. I knew that he would answer me if he was here. I ran out of his room and ran back to the top of the large carpeted staircase which my Mom was halfway up. I ran in the other direction to my room and called out for him again but there was no answer. I ran back out of my room and screamed for all I was worth “FREDDIE! FREDDIE IF YOU’RE HERE STAY WHERE YOU ARE, IT’LL BE ALRIGHT I PROM-“ I was cut off when I received a blunt blow to the back, I fell to my knees and cried out in pain as I tried to crawl towards my room which has a lock. Every time a limb hit the floor I discovered a new place that hurt and I couldn’t see anymore through tears. I screamed when I felt a fist grab my hair pulling it up so that I had to twist my back and follow it so it wouldn’t tug as much. I was forced to my feet and looked into my mother’s eyes with horror her face read and furious.