Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 9

~Chris's P.O.V~

The walk to the office was painfully slow. I didn't want to walk too slow because I didn't want to be in any more trouble than I already am. But I also didn't want to walk too fast because there's no telling what King will do when we leave this school.

When I walked into the office, King was sitting in one of the many chairs, waiting for me. I put on a shy smile, receiving a blank stare in return.

"Let's go." She says, lowly.

I nod my head and walk out of the door, to her car. We both get in and sit in silence. The tention was thicker than honey. It was scary quiet and I didn't know what to do.

"Phone" she demands with her hand out, staring out of the front window. I turned my head so fast, there was a snap within the side of my neck.

"What?" I return, shocked.

"Give me your phone." She says, calmly. A little too calm for my liking.

I roll my eyes and give it to her. Why the fuck did she want it? She wasn't my girlfriend. But at this point, I knew good and well that she didn't give a fuck.

We rode in silence to her house. Upon arrival, I jump out and slam the door shut.

I waited at the front door for her, tapping my foot impatiently. She was most likely irritating me on purpose with how slow she was walking.

When she finally got to the door, unlocking it, I stormed inside. But my stomp was cut short when I was snatched back.

King grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me over to her, pinning me to the wall. Her hand found it's way to my throat and gave it a stern squeeze. A slight moan leaving my lips.

"And what made you think it was a good idea to block me, Babygirl?" She asks lowly.

"I-I...I don't know." I mumble. My lower lip pulled between my teeth.

"Well, then let me show you why you shouldn't play those games with me."

She let go of my neck and pulled me off of the wall.

"Upstairs, now" she says, pointing to the stairs.

"B-but... Daddy, I-"

"Now!"

I put my head down and start my journey. But, I guess I wasn't walking fast enough. King gave me a firm tap on my behind, boosting me forward.

When I got to her bedroom, I took a seat on the bed. I was anxious to know what she was gonna do. But, if she does what I think she will, I'm pretty sure that I-

My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the room door opening. Looking up, I see King walking over to me. She kneel down to my level, setting herself in between my legs.

"I understand that you were upset, but you crossed a line" she says. I put my head down, too ashamed to look her in the eye. Only for King lift it back up. We were now eye to eye.

"And now, you have to face your punishment."

My skin grew hot and my eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of my head. I knew that this was coming, but I don't know how to react. Normally, when I think "punishment", I think of being beaten, or cut open. What if she chooses to do the same as my foster parents? What if she ends up being worse then them? What if-...

"Hey, hey. It's okay." 

I didn't even realise that I was crying until King wiped the tears from my cheeks. My vision was becoming blurry and my breathing, delayed. It was like I was breathing, but my body wouldn't absorb the Oxygen. 

"D-daddy I.. I C-can't b-reathe" I cry. The tears that continued to fall weren't helping either. 

Daddy stood up and lifted me into the air and I rapped my arms and legs around her. My head buried itself in her neck, making me feel a little safer.

My safe place...

Then, out of nowhere, we were bouncing. Like, she was trying to calm down a new born baby.

The tears had slowed, but I still couldn't breathe. 

Daddy started to move, but I couldn't really see where we were going. I wasn't really trying to, though. I was more worried about being in her arms. The way she held me. The lovely scent that radiated off of her. I was a little too busy to care about where we were going. 

We started to bounce again, but it wasn't like before. This time, the bounces were lower and we only bounced one side at a time. This let me know that she was taking me back down the stairs. 

We came to a stop and I was sat down on a counter. Now that I could see everything properly, I noticed that we were in the bathroom. I could actually see what she was wearing, seeing as I was too scared and upset to notice before. She wore a pair of black twelves, khaki joggers, and a plain black, tear-stained t-shirt. 

I was starting to get light headed from the lack of oxygen, when Daddy put a mask over my face. How or why she had a whole oxygen tank in her bathroom, I had no idea. 

"Just breathe, Baby. Breathe. It's gonna be okay." she coos, moving strands of hair from my face. "I'm gonna have to get you an inhaler."

Soon enough, everything really was okay. After about thirty minutes of breathing through the mask, I was able to breathe on my own. Daddy picked me up and took me back to the room with her, to which we layed in bed and watched tv.

"I'm nothing like them, I would never hurt you." She says.

"I know, I just scared." I return.

"I understand, but I don't ever wanna see you like that again."

I nodded my head before giving her a small kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry for blocking you." I whisper, laying my head back on her chest.

"It's okay, baby. Just don't let it happen again. How else am I gonna be able to come to your rescue when you need me?"

I nod, once again, before my eyes grow heavy. It wasn't long before I allowed the darkness to consume me.