The Dawsons

Chapter 5 - Torture

It was 1962, and Francesco and Teresa had started Evangeline High School with the money Derrick had saved up for them while working late nights in a factory three blocks down from their home on Bruta Street. Francesco and Teresa had picked up part-time work after school and on the weekends at Giuseppe's Cafe, where Derrick also worked. Derrick wanted nothing but the best for his siblings and tried his best. Unfortunately, Derrick didn't have enough money for himself and needed to think of a solution. Three months had past, and Francesco and Teresa were doing okay in school, but Derrick was still nowhere. He was fifteen turning sixteen but hadn't been able to start school earlier because of the money shortage. Eventually, he finally figured out a way to fix that problem—a solution that came with a few advantages. He found his solution with a lady friend—a beautiful, desperate teacher named Trixie, who fell for his Dawson charms. Derrick made lustful love to her, and by doing so, his plan lay in his dirty hands.

Derrick walked Francesco and Teresa to school one frosty winter morning. He waved at the gate when the bell rang, smiling roguishly. "Be bad!" he yelled.

His siblings laughed as they walked into the brown brick building. Derrick waited until there was no one in sight before starting for the school office. When he reached the small, square building, he walked in slowly and looked for any sign of witch life. He saw nothing and no one, save for a quiet, small, cream-coloured room. He looked up at the clock ticking on the wall to his left.

He sped to the end of the corridor and then quickly looked back at the small hand on the clock, which ticked one second where he had stood before. He grinned with sharp eyebrows, enjoying his ability to run faster then most witches, and then turned to face the door behind him. A black label was imprinted into the wood. It read, "Miss Laybess."

Derrick entered the room, a wet, red rose appearing in between his index and middle finger. He swiftly moved his hand behind his back and stood in one spot with his legs far apart, looking down at a twenty-three-year-old woman with shoulder-length, light pink hair. She had tanned olive skin and red lips and wore a touch of blue eye shadow. The woman wore a tight, black, knee-high skirt; stockings; and high-heeled shoes, along with a white top with florescent buttons that climbed down towards the bottom of her torso.

Trixie was looking through some documents at the bottom of a filing cabinet and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Derrick quietly walked up to her and smoothly brushed his rough free hand down her back.

The woman jumped, startled.

"Did you miss me?" Derrick whispered hoarsely.

Trixie slowly turned around, gazing up into his hungry eyes. "Derrick," she gasped and then closed the cabinet door. She stood and placed some files on her desk. Derrick seemed confused and angry at the same time. "What are you doing here?" Trixie asked him anxiously.

"You know what I'm doing here, baby!" Derrick replied, his voice filled with desire. He walked around the desk, grabbed Trixie by the waist, and slammed her body against his chest, still holding the rose in one hand. "It's hot in here," he groaned, eyeing her.

"Its winter," she replied, playing dumb. "I've been thinking a lot lately, about us ... "

"Shhh," Derrick interrupted, placing his left index finger on her thin, cherry red lips.

He held her face and brushed his mouth over hers, and, as always she could taste the alcohol on his lips. Trixie closed her eyes when Derrick glared down at her eyelids and then slowly removed his lips. The teacher shook with yearning. "Derrick!" Trixie puffed out breathlessly.