Forbidden

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~Natilie's POV~

     The drive to my house was uneventful, and I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. Do I place them on my lap? Do I drape my elbow over the windowsill? Why am I overthinking this? I go on the bus twice a day for Pete's sake. So many questions and so little answers. The driver was lucky, they always have at least one hand on the wheel. 

     Mr. Stugub had both his hands placed loosely on the wheel, taking each turn and bump in a stride. His sleeves were rolled up and his blazer was in the back of his silver sedan. It was kinda...sexy? I think that's the proper use of the word. His hair was slightly tousled and some hairs fell in front of his face. 

     "It's impolite to stare, Miss Natalie," Mr. Stugub broke my trance and my eyes quickly flew to his eyes, seeing them still intently staring at the road. I gulped and felt my neck and cheeks heat up,

     "I didn't mean to," he smirked "I'm sorry," I spoke, looking at my lap and fiddling with my fingers that I still hadn't the faintest clue what to do with. 

     "Turn up here," I tucked my body further into my seat, pointing to the right. I was close to my house and to my inevitable beating. 

     "Natalie, if somethings wrong, please tell me. I'm here if you need help," Mr. Stugub mumbled as he made a smooth turn onto my street. 

     "Nothings wrong, Mr. Stugub," I said, looking up from my closed off body language, realizing that I should probably become a better actor if I wanted to truly convince people that I'm not lying when I am. 

     "Bullshit," Mr. Stugub accused while jerking the car onto the side of the road, "Tell me whats wrong," He parked the car and stared at me. 

     "Nothings wrong, everything is perfectly fine," I insisted, showing him a small smile. 

     "Natalie," He growled out, making me feel an unknown feeling, "Explain why your breathing picked up again then. Explain why do you have scars on your back?" He was starting to connect dots and that's for sure, 

     "My breathing is normal and I told you," My breathing had sped up?  I rubbed my arm and looked at the ground, uncomfortable with the situation. 

     "Then explain why you flinched when I touched you earlier," Mr. Stugub dug deeper, squinting his eyes at me.

     "Mr. Stugub, can I please just go to my house?" I glanced up at him, my eyes pleading. He clenched his fists before starting up the car again and finishing the last mile to my house. 

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     "You little slut, I bet you slept with that teacher of yours. Do you seriously think I didn't notice how both of your hair was messed up? Or how his shirt was crumpled?" I whimpered as I felt Father place the cold cuffs on my wrists, attaching me to the chair.

     "'Ah, you must be Miss Natalie's Father' Mr. Stugub got out of his car and grabbed my backpack for me. I mumbled a quick thank you under my breath to him before scurrying to my father, trying to play the role of a perfect daughter.

     'Yes, yes I am.' Father wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. 'May I ask why she is so late?' I could hear Fathers voice become more dangerous as I scuffed the tip of my shoe on the ground."

     "Such a great excuse. Passed out, huh?" He scoffed and punched me in the stomach. "You deserve every last second of this, Bitch," 

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