Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Twelve

The air outside was humid. My chest was moving up and down more rapidly that it had ever moved before. The memories resurfaced all at once, clouding my vision. I could feel the bile rising in the back of my throat, burning everything in its path. I could feel the leather on my skin again. I could hear the sickening sound the whip made and his voice as he scolded me. Scolded me for not kissing him back. The next time it was for not wanting to have sex with him. The time after that it was because I tried to leave him. The third time was the worst of all.

My scalp tingled as I remember the feeling of his hands holding fistfuls of my hair and tugging. My ears began to ring with the sound of my one screams and wails. The scars on my body grew warm as this panic attack continued on.

I was sitting on the ground for over an hour until I could faintly hear the sound of people chattering as the class let out. I tried to keep myself hidden behind a pole so that I didn't have to deal with my sympathetic colleagues. It didn't work.

I could see Becca in my clouded vision, blurred with tears. She was eye level and shaking my body and yelling something that only sounded like echoes to me. Her image began to spin in a spiral, making me nauseated. It was then when I threw up. The bile that found a place in the back of my throat was now on the cement walkway for everyone to see. My body dry heaved for what felt like an eternity. My back lurching and my body shaking. I felt powerless.

And suddenly, a pair of manly hands placed themselves on my lower back. From my foggy peripheral I could see the familiar dress shoes and the briefcase leaving against the wall.

Becca and Tony were speaking even louder now. The two of them telling me everything was okay. And something else that I couldn't distinguish. Becca got up, probably calling 911. I wanted to tell her that I would be okay, but as I attempted to speak, another dry heave took its place. Tears filled my eyes again. My arms were shaking as I held myself up above my own vomit. My lips quivered and only a weak wailing sound escaped.

The familiar pain of my bones breaking erupted. I screamed out as my overreactive memory was making me relive the most horrific event of my life.

Becca returned now and pulled my hair away from my face as I continued to erupt with last nights meal. We stayed this way for what felt like hours. The distant sound of an ambulance was the only thing that kept me from passing out and giving up.

My arms were shaking more violently now as I struggled to hold myself up. I could see the lights now. They were bright and blinding. Three men in combat boots and navy blue cargo pants ran up to me. They placed me on a stretcher and carried me back to the vehicle.

My vision faded in and out. The darkness began at the outer edges and slowly moved inwards, depriving me of my sight.

I felt Becca's hand that was firmly gripping my right hand fall. I heard the heated discussion faintly, between Becca and Tony regarded who was going in the ambulance with me.

It sounded like Tony said, "Don't you have another class to get to?" Becca's voice faded after that statement.

I could feel his heavy presence next to me as he clambered into the vehicle, trying to avoid the technicians setting up an iv, and checking my vitals.

My hearing was the next to go. Tony's reassuring voice was the last thing I heard as my mind spun into a black hole of its own creation, a darkness so vast that hope for light on the other side was pushed aside.

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The Next Day

Light peeking from behind the shades invaded my line of vision. I woke up from a very long nap as I call it. Two needles were pushing medicine through my veins. I subtly started imagine pulsing veins throughout the body.

As my vision was fully returned I glanced around the room. I was startled to see Tony laying across the couch, snoring away. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a glimpse of his undershirt. His tie was slung loosely around his neck and his shoes were on the ground next to him.

I watched as his chest rose and fell. I didn't know what else to do, and something was oddly satisfying about this image in my head. A slight snore escaped his mouth every time his chest fell. I could see his tattoos peeking out of his clothing, teasing me, reminding me of that night we shared together.

But then my brain turned in the matter of a second. I was remembering the event that landed me where I was. My chest grew heavy again and I felt my whole body lock up, restricting my movement. Multiple machines started to go off, leading to multiple nurses running in and telling me I was going to be okay.

My eyes were fixed on Tony. I watched as his body reacted to the sudden noise. The fear on his face as he pushed himself off the couch, lurching towards the hospital bed. His eyes came into contact with mine.

His sweet, beautiful eyes. They bore into mine, softening from fear to peace. But once he was closer I could no longer see him anymore. Instead my eyes were staring at the window. No matter how hard I tried to move them I couldn't.

My body began to shake, uncontrollably. I felt my eyes getting heavier and the doctors grabbing at my body, trying to restrain me.

The sound of the machines and voices became muffled and I felt like I was underwater. I couldn't yell or scream. And I couldn't hear anyone else.

Tony crouched down, looking me straight in the eyes again. He said something inaudible and his eyes were full of fear again. This time however, they didn't soften. The skin between his eyebrows stayed scrunched together and his eyebrows knotted in confusion.

He was the last one I saw before it all went black.
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(A/N)

This update isn't spread out like the last ones were! Be proud of me. This was "fun" to write and I hope you guys "enjoyed"

Stay tuned for a different point of view next update....hint hint....wink wink

Until the next update...xoxo