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

After gesturing to Hayden and B that I really, really needed to leave that kickback, they quickly said their goodbyes to their new friends and we made our way out to where Bianca's mom was waiting for us. We all sat silently in her car, our heads down and attention on our phones as we texted each other, not wanting her mom to know what we were discussing.

U did what?!

Me and Jake made out AHHA

Hayden ur insane! Was he any good

NOPE rly bad actually

U shoulda been there Iris it was so funny

When I get home, I shut the front door as quietly as possible. I'm a bit surprised to see that my mom didn't wait up for me this time but I don't question it as I sluggishly make my way up the stairs, tired of this day and needing it to end more than I'd like to admit.

Glancing at my phone, I'm not surprised to see about a dozen more texts from my friends in our group chat, as they're now talking about the cute guy Bianca shared a peck with over Spin the Bottle. I honestly wish I could care about their gossip, but I just can't bring myself to. Everything feels so trivial next to my current concerns, which all trail back to you-know-who. Part of me wants to tell them so badly, but I know they wouldn't understand and I don't really feel like explaining my confusing ass feelings for this man. Speaking of the devil, at that exact moment he texts me. I curse my heartbeat for picking up so immensely in anticipation for what he could've said, as I take a deep breath and check the text.

I hope what happened today doesn't change your mind about anything. I meant what I said, baby, I'll wait as long as we have to. My stomach drops at the text and I don't realize what I'm doing as I chuck my phone across my room, feeling the sudden urge to vomit.

Running to my toilet, I pull my hair back and wait for something to come up...but it never does. I sit back against the wall behind me as I try to calm my breathing and think about why the hell I'm feeling like this. Part of me loves what happened earlier, and the other half of me detests myself for liking it so much. It made me feel so dirty and I can't help but think of his wife doing that exact same thing to him...

And that's when I threw up.

After upchucking whatever the hell my last meal was, I finally felt at ease, my stomach slightly unsettled but beginning to go back to normal. Without giving it a second thought, I'm rushing into my room and giving him a call. He doesn't let it ring for long before declining the call and my stomach drops once again as I'm reminded of the fact that I can't just call him whenever I feel like it. Everything's a secret, everything needs to be kept under wraps.