Our Secret (Student/Teacher)

'1 Chapter 2

Cameron's POV

I took 2 sleeping pills but I'm still wide awake. It is now 4:31 in the morning.

I was twiddling with a blade. It was cold and light on my fingers. I was so tempted to use it, but cleaning up blood at this time sounded to tiring.

I want to sleep but no matter how hard I try, I can't.

You know what? I'll just take a walk. Maybe that'll clear my mind.

I slip on a pair of sweatpants and put a hoodie on before sliding my slides on and leaving my house.

The town is so peaceful at this time. Quiet and abandoned. Especially the park. Not a sound.

I sit on the swing, looking up at the sky and watch as the stars shine in the darkness. Not one looks different or out of place. They stayed together keeping their light bright and noticeable.

They are absolutely beautiful. I wish I could be strong and bright like them.

To bad I'm so different.

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I entered first period class and went strait up to Mr. Ember.

When I went to leave for school, I noticed I forgot my sketch book in here when I ran from detention.

He was looking down at some papers.

"U-Um Mr. Ember? Do you ha-have my sketchbook? I kind of fo-forgot it in he-here." He looked up surprised to here my voice for the first time.

"Uh yes. Here you are Miss Brooks. I didn't look at any of your drawings so you don't have to worry." He says while handing me my sketchbook.

"Thank you sir." I mutter. It was quite hard not to look at him throughout the class. He was one beautiful sight.

Of course I sit in the back away from everyone. While the rest of the girls sat up front, trying to get his attention by letting their dresses ride up. And they push their boobs up on the tables. But I notice that Mr. Ember is ignoring them.

"Ok class. Everyone take your picture out that I assigned yesterday." I pull out my drawing and rest it on the table.

Mr. Ember collects everyones pictures and when he arrived at my lonely table, he looks at my picture in awe. He intently identified each detail. It was like he read the art I used.

In my artwork, I use my pain and real life to create a picture that shows my mood.

"Miss Brooks.. this artwork is outstanding. Well done." My lips turned upwards slightly. He collected my art and walked back to the front. Putting our pictures on his desk.

He was the first one to accept my artwork. I've never showed my mom because at home it's just not the most important thing. Of course I would never show my dad because he can't even look at me without beating me. I have no friends or family to share with so I never really got the impression I was any good.

The class soon ended after and I felt good for once but something felt off.

I spent the day worrying about the feeling that something's wrong. I got ready to leave the school until I saw it was raining. Just great.

"You need a ride home? I can drive you home if that's ok." I look up to see Mr. Ember looking down at me.

"If it's ok with you then sure." He nods and he shows me which car is his.

"On the count of three, we'll run to my car. Try not to get to wet." We got in a running stance and we looked at each other and then at the car.

"1.." I say.

"2.." Mr. Ember says. And then right at the same time we scream-

"3!!" We both run to the car and quickly get inside. I was wet but not soaked unlike Mr. Ember.

"Your soaked!" He looks down and shakes his hair, throwing water everywhere.

"You're such a big dog." I laugh out. He starts to laugh along. The first time I actually laughed in 6 years. Just from this small moment. And he's my teacher.

I direct him towards my house and when we arrive, I notice my dad standing by the window.

"I should go. Thank you for the ride." He nods and I climb out of the car. I slowly walk to the door. I already knew what was about to happen.

Mr. Ember drove away and made my way inside.

My hair was grabbed and I got thrown at the wall. The door was slammed shut and it made me jump.

"A FUCKING BOY!!! ARE YOU SNITCHING ON ME YOU LIITLE BITCH!!" I shake my head no and he scoffs. I could smell the alcohol from where I was cowering by the wall.

"Well guess what you little whore. Snitches get stitches." He kicks me in my face, forcing my head to go backwards and slam against the wall.

I cried out in pain and felt a warm, thick liquid slowly descend down my head.

He pulled me up and threw a few punches at my face and kneed me in the stomach. I belt over in pain and cough up a lot of blood.

He slams me down to the ground, losing my breath from the strong impact.

"Dad pl-please sto-stop." I try to say. He laughs loudly. His laugh so loud and scary, making me flinch away.

He he kicks me one more time making sure I won't be able to move for awhile.

I close my eyes and listen to the door opening and closing.

I hope mom is ok.