Married To My Teacher

Chapter 2

I was at home going through my pictures of Patrick and I. I cane across one of us standing infront of a man. I scrolled and saw Patrick putting a ring on my finger, and i putting one on his.

"No no." I whined as i dug through my coat pocket, only to find a ring.

I quickly dialed a now farmilliar number.

"Hello?" I hear the voice of my husband.

"Do you want to hang out? I have somthing to tell you." I said quickly

"Sure, meet me at the park near your house." He said before hanging up.

I ran downstairs and saw my mom. "Hey, im taking Keko for a walk." I told her as i grabbed her leash.

I walked out the door and headed towards te park. I then saw Patrick sitting on the bench.

"Hey." I spoke sitting beside him.

"Whats up?" He asked.

"Well.." I pulled out my phone and showed him the pictures.

"Dammit." I heard him mumble.

"Patrick i am so sorry." I began to tear up.

"Its okay." He responded

"No its not, you can get fired, i promise i wont tell anyone, we can forget this whole thing ever happened." I began to stand up.

"No, i want to try this. I want to be with you." He pulled me back down. "I love you Trianna
Termaine."

"We are married are we not?" I looked down.

"Well Mrs. Cole, you need to go home and tell your parents. Call me after." He told me.

I walked home and let Keko of her leash when we got inside.

"Mom, Dad i have to talk to you." I called and headed for the kitchen.

"Whats up?" Mom asked.

"What would you say if i got married?" I asked.

"Well, you are 18, why?" My dad asked.

Here goes nothing

"Well, we went to a club for my birthday and i got married." I told them.

"Do you know the man?" My dad was getting angry.

"Actually, he is my teacher." I looked down.

"Get out." I heard

"What?" My head snapped up.

"Get out of ny house. I want all your stuff out of my house by saturday. Your lucky im not calling the cops." My dad said standing up

I turned and ran for my room, throwing clothes into a suit case. I pulled out my phone and called Patrick.

"Trianna?" He asked

"They kicked me out." I cried

"You can come here. My address is 15 Mcpherson Court." He spoke calmly.

"Trianna, i will drive you, lets go." My dad called. I pulled my bags down the stairs and sat in the car. The only thing i told him was the address.

When we arrived at the house i grabbed my bags and slammed the car door shut, a little harder than i should have.

I walked up to the door and knocked, within minutes the door opened and i walked inside.

"Patrick. I am so sorry." I began to tear up.