Taming You

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

Keren Wilson

“You can’t keep me locked in here! This is outrageous.” I bellowed inside the shithole you would likely call detention room. I stared into Mrs. Anderson’s brown eyes while she was shaking her head, looking disappointed. I rolled my eyes when her lips twitched.

“I wouldn’t have if you had just complied to all of my instructions peacefully and obediently. I told you to come in school at exactly 7:30 in the morning. Do you realize what time is it, Ms. Wilson?” I grunted at that. I don’t even care about the time. Why can’t she just be grateful that I still came in here even though I was so against it? Why is she so hyped up anyway? “10:30.” She finished.

What?! I was just three freaking hours late?! And it’s not even a school day! Sure I was sent here to receive my punishment but I have no freaking reason why I should come here so early in the morning.

I flung my arms to both sides, trying to look bored at what she just said. Oh man, she’s really getting on my nerves. She, on the other hand, probably feels the same way since she’s been shooting daggers at my direction all this time. She towered over me while I was seated on one of the chairs inside the room, a rope tied at my waist to the chair. Losers.

I’ve got to admit, the detention room surely looks like a prison cell. It’s my first time in here even though I’ve had been confined for multiple times. Apparently, some of the teachers doesn’t even care that I attend detention or not. Either they’re out of their minds or just plain stupid. Why would they confine me in the first place if they couldn’t care less? Dumbest people, I know.

“At least I still came.” I managed to mumble. Her eyes shot at my direction, trying to make me scared. I almost wanted to laugh at that. She’s not really good at doing just that.

“I did not tell you to come in here just to eat and lose your mind.” She shouted and I muttered something even I couldn’t understand. Oh joy, I suddenly remembered how I even got here in the first place.

I was peacefully savoring my hamburger when Mrs. Anderson came barging in all of sudden. She was holding a bucket with a mop in it and the janitor was following her lead. She approached me and yelled.

At first, I tried to be civilized and just plainly insulted her but all of a sudden, she grabbed my hand and dug her nails at my hurting knuckles. That’s when all hell broke loose.

I kicked the chairs and tables inside the cafeteria while she called help from the guard and the other male members of the faculty. Gladly, there were just a few students around who were watching my outburst with a frightened expression. I punched some of them who were trying to touch me anywhere I could but they were just too many so they ended up carrying me to the detention room while I struggled to break free. They tied me to the chair and Mrs. Anderson’s angry face appeared afterwards.

“Your point?” I asked and I could feel Mrs. Anderson’s cheeks heat up in anger. She raised her finger at me which made me cross my arms in my chest. What exactly is she doing?

“My point is, you were sent here to accept your punishment, not make your mistake even worse than it is.”  She stated with a tone of disappointment and I kept quiet for a few minutes, trying to process everything she said. An emotion rushed through me and I could feel my bile climb upwards at the back of my throat. Why the fuck am I feeling guilty anyway?

She sighed heavily and looked at me longingly. I returned the look with disgust before slumping back to my seat. I thought for a second that maybe my purpose here is to stay in the detention room until I rot but I was wrong about that.