Do I have feelings for my teacher or this Bad Boy?

Why it all started...

Rachel's POV:

"Woah what Rach?" Jake said begging me to explain..

"OK..Fine...just listen carefully and promise me you'll never repeat this to anyone." I said looking at him with the deepest amount of trust I could muster up. He shook his head yes and I proceeded.

"Okay so it all started 9yrs ago when I was 8yrs old. My life was great!! I had what seemed to be the best parents in the world. Yeah they argued but what couple doesn't and even if they did argue it was only for about an hour then all things were good again.

For Christmas break my parents wanted to go on a vacation for Christmas. I was totally ready and down for that.

Except I got sick with the flu or something. So I stayed with my grandmother and grandfather. Noted my grandma was only 48 at the time, along with my granddad who was 42. They were pretty young for grandparents and full of soo much life." I chuckled at the memory and took a deep breath to keep going.

"I'm going to be honest though. Now that I look back...my father didn't like my grandfather very much and now I understand why..." Jake gave me a confused look. "You'll understand in a moment" I said looking down at the floor.

"Anyway my parents went on vacation and left me with them for the next 2 wks. At first everything seemed alright, but everyday it seemed as though there was tension in the house. By the 4th day I knew something wasn't right.

I walked into my grandparents room and saw grandpa raising a hand at my grandmother and I saw her flinch, but soon turned to look at me. I knew something wasn't right, but I listened to her when she told me to just go back in the den and watch television." I stopped and took another deep breath knowing the truth was soon to come out.

"As time progressed, everything was stale in the house. No laughter. No love. Sure as hell wasn't any comfort. One fucked up Saturday I went into the room with my grandmother because I heard her weeping. I asked her what was wrong as I tried to climb on the bed.

She didn't answer just got up and put away what looked like a gun in a shoe box in the closet on the top shelf. She stopped before she left the room taking a deep breath and looking my way as if she was crying out for help.

I saw the red hand print on her face and the purple bruises around her neck. I knew deep down something was wrong..

I left her room and headed back towards my little room and saw her in the kitchen getting dinner started. I saw her still wiping tears away.

I layed on my bed and closed my eyes and tried to think of what I'd be doing right now if I hadn't gotten sick the day before my vacay. I laughed as I was thinking of myself making a sand castle on the beach, but my smile soon dropped when I heard what sounded like a body hit the floor and my grandfather standing only feet away.

I ran to the kitchen and saw my grandmother getting off the floor heading into the room. My grandfather yelled "GET YOUR ASS BACK HER" but she proceeded on.

I peeked through the door to see her packing her things in a suitcase. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME EARL! I'm tired of this. It's long over due. I should've left your ass A LOOONNNNGGGGGGG TIME AGO!!"

"LEAVE ME? LEAVE ME??? YOU THINK YOURE GONNA LEAVE ME MELISSA !?!? I' BE GOT DAMNED TO LET YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR!!!" he said grabbing her by the arm and tussling with her. He slapped and pushed her in the closet making her hit her head and knock the shoe box and some other things down.

He picked her up and shook her and yelled at her. I wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. I just ran to that shoebox and pulled out that gun and shot at him......I missed. I missed and I shot my grandmother.

I saw as he let her limp body go and drop to the floor. She looked at me and mouthed "thank you"."

I started to sob again

" I didn't mean to!! I just wanted to get him off of her. I couldn't bare to see her in pain Jake. " I burst into to tears and he held me as I cried into his shoulder.

"Ever sense then...my father has hated. He hated me for killing his mother.." I said still crying.

"Racheal I promise that it's not your fault baby. You were trying to protect her!!"

"BUT IT WAS MY FAULT ! Jake, he blames me....and that's not it..."

"There's more?" he said pulling me away from him with a some what fascinated look...which scared me......

HEY YALL A LITTLE LATE NIGHT WRITING!! SCHOOL STARTS ON MONDAY WISH ME LUCK PLEASE AND I WISH YALL THE BEST OF LUCK AS WELL!!!

I REALLY HOPE YALL ARE LIKING THE STORY ...GIVE ME A FEW MORE CHAPTERS YOU'LL GET SOOOOO MANY TWIST AND TURNS !! IT'LL MAKE YOUR HEAD SPIN.

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