Let me Love you (Student/Teacher Relationship)

Chapter 13: First Day back, kind of..

"Bye Mom, I'll be fine, I'll text you when I get to school and if I need anything, have a good day, and get back to work." I wave to my mom as Luc and I drive out the driveway.

"So, how have you been feeling recently? What have the doctors been saying? Have you been to the therapist they suggested you see for the PTSD?" I just sit there and stare out the window, and watch the trees flash before my somewhat clear, but somewhat blurry eyes.

"Amy-"he reaches for my hand, I pull back, "you have to talk to me. You haven't said a single word to me in the last two and a half months. I can't not talk to you. I still love you Amelia. This has been the hardest months of my life, between everything with Nancy, with you its all been a lot, and all I want to do is talk to you about it all," He gets my attention; Nancy? His wife?

"What happened with Nancy?" he glances over at me for a split second, I catch his eye but he focuses back on the road.

"Well, after we got back from Toronto I was really worried about you. You couldn't see, couldn't walk, weren't going to school. I got in a really dark place. A couple weeks after we got back I got tired of not being able to see you and was angry that we fought right before you were- uh- well you know. I had been thinking about our conversation everyday every hour, every minute, every second. A month and a half ago I told Nancy I wanted a divorce. She moved out and took the kids." My mouth drops open. He did it. He ended it. I look over at him and there is a tear rolling down his check.

I grab my phone out of my bag,

"Hey mom, are you still at the house? --- Ok, well I don't think I am ready to do this yet. --- yeah no that's fine, Mr. Smith said he will just call in and say that he had a family thing- he says I can stay at his place until you get home from work. No don't rush- Mr. Smith doesn't mind. He's just going to go over some more of my homework with me. --- Yep, uh-hu, ok, alright see you at 6."

"Amelia, are you ok? What do you mean you can't do this, I know you can do it. It'll be hard, but your friends are waiting for you."

"I know I can do it Luc, but we need to talk, seriously and I am ready for it. I had no idea of what you've been going through. I have been so self involved, and was just so mad at you over the last three months and we just need a day." He nods his head and smiles. Before I know it, we are turned around going back towards our houses.

We pull into the driveway; Luc gets out of the car. I open my door and step out. Luckily Luc is there to catch me,

"Stupid brain, stupid feet. I just want to be able to walk."
"Hey, its no big deal I got you, here let me grab your chair for you."

Luc rolls me through the front door of his house. It looks so, vacant. It's all dusty, there's pizza boxes on the couch, the floor, the counter. There's beer bottles right beside all the pizza boxes,

"did you have a frat party in here and forgot to invite me?" He starts laughing,
"yeah, yeah. The last months have been hard on you, but they've been just as hard on me."

He pushes me over and lifts me onto the couch. We sit on the couch at opposite ends, like awkward teenagers.

"So, you wanted to talk. So, do you have a conversation starter?" He asks me, giving me that extremely sexy stare.

"Were you serious about you asking Nancy for a divorce?" He looks at me puzzled, I add, "You didn't just do it for me did you." He stares at me,

"would it be so bad if I did." I start laughing, oh god, I can't stop. Ahhahahaahhahahahaha. He shakes his head at me.

"seriously, you ended your marriage, for me. A teenage student. Who is in a wheelchair, at the time was blind and is suffering from PTSD. Why would you do that?"

He finally moves over closer to me on the couch; turns my head to face his so I am staring at him directly in the eye,

"because Amelia, I love you. This is what we were fighting about the night of your rap—I mean, mugging and I want to be with you, not Nancy, not with anyone else, only you. I love you." Rap?- what was he going to say. I grab my head, there's a sharp pain going throw my head, and images. What's going on,

"Amy, Amy- are you okay? What's wrong?"

In the matter of a second, I am back in Toronto on the ground cold, alone, mad as hell at Luc. There is someone here, he's on top of me, pulling at my pants, undoing his-

"No stop, get off me, stop no, what are you doing, stop, no! Luc, Luc, where are you. I am so sorry Luc, come get me. Help! No stop, get off my, no stop please no don't, no stop please---"

"Amelia. What's wrong, hey. Its ok I am right here, no one is going to hurt you." I can't catch my breath,

"Amelia, deep breathes, come on, breathe in sync with me, in-out, in-out. Ok, tell me what just happened." It can't be, it has to be a dream or a nightmare, that didn't actually happen, did it?
"Lucas, you found me in Toronto right?"

"Yeah of course I did. Remember we were talking in the ambulance."

"Yeah, I remember that but I don't remember anything- or anyone else. You have to tell me the truth. What happened that night."

He looks at me, with saucers for eyes. I swallow deeply,

"Luc, was I raped?"