My Insane Obsessed Stalker was my Teacher?

Chapter Twenty

*TRIGGER WARNING- This chapter contains graphic and violent scene*

The innocent eyes of a child follows, every move the woman make. Terrified, she quickly hide the bag that contained money and passport in the space, between the headboard of the bed and the wall. Luckily, it fits in perfectly on the gap.

She run towards her child despite of her knees wiggling as her breathing become heavy for the fear that the door might give in while she was hiding the bag.

"I SAID, OPEN THE F***ING DOOR"

BLAAAGH! BLAAAAGH!

"DAMN IT! ARE YOU GONNA PRETEND TO BE A DEAF? OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

Nervously, she swallowed before she utter a word.

"N-no, y-you are scaring us..."

Although her voice was weak and unsteady due to fright towards the person on the other side of the door, she still answered him like a scared cat. She did not want to answer him but she knew that if she did not give him a reply, the moment he opens the door by any means, she would be doomed. Worst case scenario is if her young child get hurt too.

I saw a fear resides the woman's body the way she trembles. Like her, a feeling of dread and anxiety starts to rumble in my chest, in my stomach I feel my anxiety toss and stir around like a roller coaster, it felt really bad.

THUUUD!

BLARGHH!

BAAAAAAAM!

The next three loud sounds, I found myself flinching as I closed my eyes. I cowered on the ground, expecting that the man would be inside when I open my eyes. Although I am just a spectator of this domestic abuse, I found myself in horror of what might happen next. The thought of what the person outside will do to the lady who looks like me and to the child terrifies me.

Crouching on the floor, I blocked the sound by covering my ears with my palms. In spite of trying to close my eyes and ears to what might happen, I still can hear his deep voice.

"You're not opening the door huh, you're testing my patience" Annoyance can be heard in the man's voice.

The sound of things shattering and breaking on the other side of the door sends shivers down my spine. I want to run far away from this place, I don't even know why I am even here.

"Momma"

The gentle voice of a terrified child uttered. I did not dare to look at the child, afraid that I will not be able to do anything for him and his mother. The guilt swell up inside me and it is getting harder to breathe.

"What to do? what can I do?" I whispered to myself.

I feeble sobs made me stop from my thoughts. A weak small hand coerced me to look around, there, in front, the same child earlier is looking at me. His eyes are now filled with tears. Can he see me now? What's happening?

I roam my eyes around the room and I could not see the mother of the child. Where did the woman go? She was just right here a moment ago... Wait!

'My sweet little child, if I only knew that everything will be end up in here I would have take you with me when you were still a newborn. I am sorry, your mommy is so weak'

I felt dizzy as I heard a voice talking in my head. My head still fuzzy, but the next moment, I found myself embracing the young child. The child's small figure and warm body in my embrace, ignites a peculiar feeling that I had never felt before. I want to protect this child, I would not be able to bear to see him hurt.