A story about a young girl named Everly Mae Hartweck, who lives with a mother that doesn't care for her. Little did she know that she would soon be living with her English teacher of 24 years when she makes an escape out of her household.
*POTENTIAL SPOILER* This part will contain abuse, so if you don't like that then skip the scene.
Everly H.'s POV
"IF YOU DON'T COME RIGHT DOWN HERE, THIS SECOND, YOU LITTLE WHORE, YOU WILL REGRET IT", said my mom.
What happened? Who was she talking to? I got up anyway and ran down the stairs to see who she was talking to. Immediately I regretted it like she said when I saw her looking right at me. My mother was never like this.
She took a step closer to me. I gulped."I saw that man pull out of my driveway, you been messing around with boys at school?", she said. What was she talking about? Another step closer.
"ANSWER ME SLUT!", she yelled at me. Suddenly I remembered.Mr.Morrison brought me home. He also carried to my bedroom...That must have been awkward for him. I couldn't tell my mom that
"No mom, he's just a friend!", I said. When did she become so protective over me? Another step closer, I can smell the alcohol on her warm breath. I don't know what is happening.
"Good, because you're a good girl, right?", she said while taking one more step forward. Our noses were almost touching. I took a step back.
"Yes, mom", I said, too scared to say anything else. Suddenly, I was pulled by the hair and dropped down.
"This is a warning, don't come here with boys again!", she said, right before punching me right in the face."Also, don't think you can tell anyone about this, or else I'll beat your ass!", she before spitting on me.
"I won't tell, mom, I swear", I said truthfully. I did not want this happening again. But, what did just happen? My own mother just beat me. I headed over to my bathroom, locking the door.
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My lip is covered in blood. My eyes are bloodshot. My hair is a frizzy mess. I can't believe what just happened. I need to clean this all up before night falls. I decide to get in the shower.
After 15 minutes of pain from the stinging of the punch my mom left, I'm finally clean.
As I lay in bed I wonder how I'm cover this up.Makeup.I hope this isn't my life now.
Time skip to morning
Im waked up to an aching feeling on the side of my face. What happened last night again? After that, all of the memories came flooding back. It was so vivid, it's almost as if I was experiencing it again. I look at the clock.
"7:00".Damn it. I overslept.
I rapidly picked an outfit. A white shirt with a black skirt.Good enough, I guess.
As I am changing I catch a glance of my self in the mirror. The punch left a bad bruise. I tried my best to cover it up with foundation, along with concealer. Now it's not as noticeable. I put my hair in a half-up, half-down style. It's time to head out the door.
The nippy wind hit me right when I opened the door. I should've brought a jacket. But I was already running late, I don't have time for that.
Time skip to when school starts
"Hey, Everly!", said Brendon.
"Hi, Brendon!", I said while giving him a hug.
"I texted you yesterday asking if we could hang out, I never got a reply", he slightly annoyed.
"Sorry, I didn't check my phone yesterday, how does Thursday work?", I said shutting my locker door.
"Works great, see you then, bye!", he said.
"Bye!", I said.
Time for English.My favourite class of the day.Mr.Morrison makes my day 100x better just by him being here.
The bell went off after I sat in my seat.
"Alright class, I know you're all excited to see your friends again, but could we please quiet down to start this lesson?", he said.No, im more excited to see you. Did I really just think that?
"Today we're going to be learning about...", he said trailing off.
Mr.Morrisons POV
I saw Everly staring at next to me, daydreaming after I finished my lesson. I swear I would gaze into those clueless doe eyes and get lost in then if I didn't look away. How did a student have such an effect on me?
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She isn't doing her work, so I figure that's a way to talk to her.
"Miss. Hartwick, come here after school", I said.
"Okay," she said, "why?"
How could I tell her that I just wanted to talk to her? I couldn't.
"Don't question your teacher, Everly", I said.
Her cheeks turned a light shade of red, I knew that would make her blush. I don't call any of my students by their first name.
"Now, get to work", I said, winking at her.
She blushed a deeper shade of red, then got her pencil to work.
I fidget with my things till the class period is over. Im so nervous for the end of the day. This girl gives me butterfly's when she walks in the room. I feel like a kid again.
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