Living With My History Teacher

chapter 4

 CHAPTER 4  

Taylor's POV

Mr Knight continued driving though I had no idea where we were going but I didn't say anything. A few minutes later, he pulled up to the parking lot of an apartment complex. He got out of the car and came over to my side and helped me out of the car and into the building, wrapping his arms around me. It felt awfully warm with him closer to me. We headed to the elevators but were stopped by someone calling out to him.

"Hey Damon, are we still up for tonight?" I looked towards what I knew was the receptionist desk to see a pretty blond woman staring at 'Damon' as she called him flirtatiously. She finally caught sight of me and when she did, she scrunched up her face in distaste. I couldn't blame her for that though. I probably looked like a drenched cat.

"Who is she?" she eyed my appearance and scrunched up her nose.  

"Maybe some other time Anna," he said ignoring her question about me as we continued to the elevators. Mr Knight didn't let go of me in the elevators and something about that was enough to fill me with warmth and I wasn't shivering so much anymore. We got off the elevators and walked down a hallway till we stopped in front of a door. He removed his arms from around me and I suddenly felt very cold even with his jacket around me. He opened the door and allowed me in. He led me down a short hallway that opened up to a well furnished and decorated living room.

The place was huge. How could a teacher afford this?

The first thing I noticed were the floor to ceiling windows which allowed a rather pleasant view of the city below. The furniture was a dark brown which went well with the cream walls.

"You can use the bathroom in the room down the hall to your right." Mr Knight said, interrupting my thoughts. I sent him a nod in a silent thank you and went into the room he directed me to. It was huge as well. A bed covered in white sheets sat in the middle of the room, the walls were also a  cream colour and there were two doors. I'm guessing one's the bathroom and the other, a closet. I opened the first door and it was a bathroom. I stripped out of my wet clothes which were starting to irritate my skin and took a shower.

The shower was great and for a moment I forgot why I was there. I had finished taking my shower when I realized I had nothing to wear aside from my shorts and Mr Knight's jacket. I had to ask for clothes. I just hope he wouldn't mind that.

I got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and on the bed were clothes neatly folded. A shirt that smelled a lot like him and his boxers. I put them on and laid down on the very comfortable bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light bulb.

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He walked towards me swaying from side to side with a bottle in hand and a twisted grin on his face.

Why is he like this? He's never been like this before.

"Dad are you okay?" I asked getting closer to him, trying to help when he stumbled. He pushed me away and took a swig from the bottle and slapped me hard across the face.

"Shut up you whore," he yelled standing above me. I couldn 't believe it, he's never hit me before even after mum left. He was always drunk but he never hit me.

He suddenly punched me in the gut making me double over in pain but he did not stop there. He continued hitting me while I lay on the floor crying, bleeding and begging for him to stop.

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I woke up with my body drenched in sweat and tears running down my cheeks. The unfamiliar surrounding had me hyperventilating. But, it all finally came back and I realised that I was still at Mr Knight's home and not what I used to call home.

The nightmare felt so real. I could still remember every bit of it, like it was yesterday. It was the first time he hit me and that led to many more beatings. 

When did my life come to this? 

Why did this have to happen?

I heard the door open and close but I was still lost in my thoughts and didn't pay any attention to it. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. They felt warm, comforting and familiar. He whispered words in my ear and ran his hands through my hair trying to calm me. I eventually stopped crying and pulled away from him.

"Are you okay?" he asked trying to be cautious. I shook my head, "no I'm not" I whispered. "Want to talk about it?" he asked, looking really sincere.

Can I trust him?

He's my teacher and he helped me when he found me but can I really trust him.

"When I was thirteen my mum walked out on my step-father and I. They were always arguing and one day she just up and left. They were a happy couple or at least I thought they were. He made her happy after my real dad died when I was seven and I really liked him. But when she left he started hitting me, at first it was once a while like when he was really really drunk  but then it got worse. Sometimes he brought drunk friends home..." I looked up at him to see a blank expression on his face and he nodded at me to continue.

"They beat me up together and laughed about it, and last night when you found me on the street..." Mr Knight cut me off saying, "he abused you again," clenching and unclenching his fists. He looked really angry.

"Yes he tried to r..." I was going to say but stopped myself. 

How could I say it? How could I tell him that my father tried to rape me?

"What did he do?" he asked, his voice low and angry. I looked down at my fingers trying to avoid his piercing gaze because of what I was about to tell him.

"He tried to rape me." I said so low that I didn't even think he heard me, but he did.

"WHAT?!" Damon yelled startling me and I flinched. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" his voice took a softer note when he noticed me flinch. 

"I told Ashen but I begged him not to tell anyone about it. I didn't want to be taken into foster care." I admitted and looked down at my fingers suddenly feeling very tired. I've never said this much about my situation with my father to anyone but Ashen. 

What made Mr Knight special?

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I nodded and yawned which made him chuckle. I didn't want a pity party now. "Go to bed," he said getting up from the bed, making his way to the door. 

"Mr Knight" I called out and he chuckled. "Call me Damon" he said. "Thank you," I whispered already half asleep. He nodded and slipped out of the room leaving me to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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CHAPTER EDITED