Pleasure in Pain [Student/Teacher]

Chapter 1

"What is this?!"

My father's scream echoed throughout the whole house, causing me to cringe. When I saw what was in his hand, I felt even worse. "My r-report card." I stuttered.

He looked furious while his eyes scanned my grades. I knew they didn't follow his expectations, but they weren't all too bad. I had gotten three A's and two B's. My father didn't accept anything lower than a B. He felt the only way I would 'get somewhere in life' was if I had all A's.

"What have I told you about your grades, Lillian? How are you supposed to have a good life with disgraceful grades like these? You don’t listen! Ever! Do I need to call your teachers and tell them to move you to the front of the class for you to pay attention better? Maybe I should get you a tutor?”

            My father’s words burned through my mind. I never made him happy no matter what I did. I felt small and weak when he yelled at me. I was a failure as a daughter to him, and it broke my heart.

            I pressed my thigh against the corner of the kitchen table and pushed as hard as I could without making it look obvious. My father continued to scream at me while I stared at the wall, focusing on the sharp pain that was coursing through my body. I deserved all of his hurtful words. If I had just listened and done all of my homework I wouldn’t be in this situation.

When I couldn’t hear any more sound coming from the man I called my father, I pulled my thigh away from the table and gazed over in his direction. He had put the report card down, but he was still staring at it. I didn’t dare speak up, fearing that I would anger him even more.

“Go to school.” Was all he said before throwing the sheet into the garbage and storming out of the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around and headed in the opposite direction. I then grabbed my bag and headed out the door, feeling the cool, fall air hit my body. I was glad I had worn what I did, skinny jeans and a simple gray hoodie. They shielded me nicely as the wind blew across my body while I walked to school.

I could still feel the stinging pain in my thigh as I walked into the school with many other students. I turned left to head to the cafeteria where the senior’s lockers were, and stopped at mine to grab my books. After I had everything I needed, I headed out of the cafeteria and to my first class, psychology. I had forgotten that we were getting a new teacher until I walked in and that’s all that everyone was talking about.

“I wonder if he’s going to be cute.”

“I hope he’s not strict.”

“What if he’s super old and bald and doesn’t know how to speak properly.”

The last one caused me to stifle a laugh as I sat down in my normal spot. A smile appeared on my lips when I noticed my best friend, Milly, walked in. It was kind of funny how close our names were to each other’s. We had been inseparable since we met each other in first grade. We would joke about how we were long lost sisters finally reunited.

“So, excited about the new teacher?” I heard my best friend say, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes and looked over to her. “It’s just a new teacher, it’s not like this town is small or anything.” I explained.

She nodded her head. “True, but everyone still knows everyone. It’s nice to have something new happening.”

“Yeah you’re right.” I agreed.

The bell had finally rung, signaling the students to sit down in their spots. After a few moments of silence, the door to the classroom finally swung open, and I’m pretty sure my jaw wasn’t the only one to drop. His khakis were held up by a black, leather belt, and a white dress shirt was tucked into them. It wasn’t his clothes that struck him as gorgeous and intimidating, it was his biceps clearly making themselves known and his piercing blue eyes staring happily at us. His dark brown hair was cut short but still had a cute style to it.