Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

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thanks for reading! just a quick author's note as this story continues to gain traction...

this story is considered lolita-esque, but is NOT at all romanticizing or condoning the actions within this book.

this story is about an unprofessional, inappropriate and extremely wrong relationship/love story between a 13-14 year old girl and her teacher.

with that being said, it is much like a novel "My Dark Vanessa" if any of have you have read/heard of that book, this is very much in the same vein. not condoning or romanticizing the love, but very much just giving perspective to it and how complicated love can be.

just to reiterate, he is grooming her, he is a pedophile. there will be repercussions to this.

please vote and comment! this story is still ongoing!!

xoxo

The next day after school as I'm sitting on the curb waiting for my mom to pick me up, she messages me saying that I'm gonna need to find another ride or get an Uber.

What, why? Is everything okay?

I watch as the text bubble appears and disappears numerous times, making my heartrate increase every second that passes that I don't know what's going on.

Jim has stage four cancer. I need to go see him at the hospital right now, I'm not sure why Carrie is only telling me now.

I'm sorry sweetie, we'll talk about everything later.

Just order an Uber and i'll see you at home

I don't even know what to say to these messages. There's nothing to say. My uncle was completely fine...he's been completely fine for years. He's been the healthiest relative I've had in a long time.

Not knowing what to do or say, I find myself going to the one person I know I shouldn't be.

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Unsure if he's even still in his classroom, I think about knocking before I decide to try the handle. Sure enough it's unlocked and I'm stumbling into his room, tears flowing freely down my cheeks, him immediately sitting up from his desk looking completely shellshocked.

"Iris, what are you-" But I cut him off by rushing into his arms, trying not to think about anything that's happened before, just needing the comfort he provides. Needing him.

I pull away after a moment of being buried in his chest and he keeps both hands on either side of my face, caressing my cheeks as he guides me over to his chair at his desk.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I shake my head, still crying uncontrollably, unsure of what I'm doing, where I'm going, what the hell is happening.

"My uncle he...has stage four cancer and there's nothing they can do. He's just gonna die," I'm not sure about that last part but from everything I've heard from TV shows and movies, that's what I've been lead to believe. He shakes his head, clearly also at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," He repeats, holding me close once more and we stay like that for a while until my tears finally subside and I begin realizing what I did. Who I went to when I was distraught.

"You were right," I blurt after a long moment of silence and he scrunches his eyebrows up at this.

"About?"

"About me...me wanting you," I confess, unable to look him in the eye.

"Iris..." He tucks two fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Can I..." I nod, knowing what he means. Wanting it too, needing it.