Blind to Hope✔️

Chapter Seventeen~Aftermath

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I wasn't sure what I should do. My mind screamed to run, but I couldn't go anywhere unless I darted around him. He was a demon, the vice principle was a demon.

"Hands by your side, Miss Sorenson," He told me, just a foot away.

Cautiously I put my hands by my side, maybe if I did what he said, McCoy would let me go to the computer lab with the others. My fingers brushed my skirt, the tips were well above the hem, my parents wouldn't have bought me a skirt that didn't fit. "I-I'm not breaking dress code." My voice was weak, barely audible even in the empty classroom.

Not once did McCoy even look at my hands, instead his squinty eyes were focused on mine. "You have half on my population on edge, and I don't see why." Half of his population, he meant the other demons. I wasn't sure what to say to him and just remained quiet. He wouldn't hurt me in the school, would he? Both of us knew that he would. "Lift up your shirt," He ordered and my arms wrapped around my stomach.

"What?" I asked not sure if I heard him correctly. He couldn't be serious, could he? The classroom door was wide open, anyone could walk in.

"You heard me. Not all the way, I just need to see your marks." Why did he want to see the names?

I was frozen, not wanting to comply but not knowing a way out of this. If only I had told Mr. Blackbourne and the others the truth. When would I learn? Keeping secrets did nothing but harm. Impatient, McCoy swatted my hands away and in surprise I didn't even try to stop him. He then pulled my shirt up faster than I could react.

I was shaking and I tried to move his hands away to pull my shirt back down but he wouldn't let me, he was too strong. "Stop." I begged him as he groped at my waist, looking at the names there. He moved my bra band away poking at Mr. Blackbourne's and Dr. Green's names. Tears came to my eyes and without any control they moved down my cheeks, I tried shoving at his hands and he wouldn't let me go. "Stop it, please." My mind was too frantic to focus on my magic but he was a teacher, I shouldn't have to defend myself against him.

"So it's true after all," He commented, not looking even slightly disturbed by my poor attempts to fight him. "You have nine Chosen, including the older twats." He moved his eyes away from my side and looked at my eyes that were still pouring helpless tears, "And that's true as well, who would have guessed that someone like you would be a pure Angel." He threw those words around with disgust, as if even saying them horrified him.

"Just let me go," I sobbed, "I won't tell anyone. Just please let me go."

He sneered, "Yes, that's right. You're weak. Without your Chosen, you're completely useless." I knew that wasn't true and tried to grasp at my magic, but it seemed to be hiding in me. I'd spent years trying to avoid using magic when I was in danger. It was only when my Chosen were in danger that my magic truly seemed to perk up. It had been a defense mechanism so I wouldn't use my magic against my parents, every time they did, they would punish me horrifically. But this was different, if I didn't use my magic against him, he could hurt me.

"Volto has plans for you, you know." McCoy told me as his hands moved downwards to clench my waist tightly. "Horrific plans. If I were you, I'd kill myself just so I wouldn't face him."

I squeezed my eyes close, his words seemed too similar to what my parent's wanted from me. They wanted me dead, they wanted me to kill myself. It was too much. My magic swirled inside me and I tried to grasp at it, but kept missing. It was like trying to scoop up water with my bare hands, the magic kept slipping through my fingers no matter how tight I pressed them together.