Gone Too Far (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 1 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 32

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"You came to this world to grow and to explore and to touch the miracles and marvels of life. Your suffering needs to be respected. Don't try to ignore the hurt, because the hurt is real. Instead, let the hurt prove there is hope through your healing. Let the hurt soften you instead of hardening you. Let the hurt open you instead of closing you. Let the hurt deliver you to love, and not to hate." – Bryant McGill.

Mr. Pratt undeniably was the straw that broke the camel's back.

He was my teacher and he was Scarlett's father.

He was another man that came into my life, and took a part of my heart, sending me on an emotional roller coaster ride.

Mr. Pratt placed his briefcase on the teacher's desk and opened it. As he pulled a stack of papers out of the briefcase he said, "I'm the substitute teacher."

He didn't once look at me.

His eye scanned over what I assumed was his agenda for the day. "Your teacher will be away for the next four days so I'll be filling in."

"Just my luck," I thought to myself. "Lovely," I responded sarcastically.

"Will there be a problem, Miss Brooks?" he asked, finally glancing up in m direction.

He's real and he's right there not too far from me.

I didn't think I'd ever see him again.

I remembered those green eyes and his always disheveled dirty blonde hair.

I always thought he had a care free kind of attitude, not bothered by what stereotypical teachers are to wear or always having their hair nicely done.

He was comfortable as himself and that's what made him so approachable to other students.

He was their friend first, and their teacher second.

"Yes Sire! There was a huge ass problem," I said to myself.

I wanted to ignore him and pretend that he wasn't here.

I wanted him to disappear.

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest.

4 days with the man who I had an illicit relationship with and fathered my baby, glorious.

Everything would be swell here!

Mr. Pratt emptied out his briefcase and opened the desk drawer, placing his belongings inside. He then sat down on the teachers chair and joined his hands together on the top of the desk. He inhaled sharply, "I'm sure we can both be mature about this." He prompted a discussion. "We've both had some time to reflect."