Amy POV

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Walking to school, my mind is active. What the hell was I thinking last night? Why did I ask her to be mine? I have never asked any girl that before. I had time enough to just play it off, but I didn't. I really do mean that. I want her to be mine.

My day goes by so fast. Rather uneventful, again. Alyssa isn't at school today. I wonder what happened. Why did she stay home? Is she sick? As soon as classes are over, I will call her. I need to check on her to see if she is ok.

I reach home, and this is when I remember to call Alyssa, because she is parked in front of my house. What is all this? I walk up to the car, thinking she is inside. No one. I trot up the steps. There she is, pacing back and forth, in front of Maria in my living room. This doesn't look so good. What could possibly be wrong?!

I greet them both.

"Have a seat, Amy," Maria says.

I walk up to Alyssa, disobeying Maria. Alyssa looks so scared. She hands me a piece of paper. I unfold it, and written in terrible handwriting is a message that sends our world upside down.

I will expose you. I know what you are doing with your student. If you wish to keep your job, reputation, and dignity, you will stop.

I walk over to Maria and sit. I don't even know how to feel. I don't know how to react. I hang my head in my hands. Who could have sent this? Who could possibly know? I am very careful with Alyssa. This is the very thing I didn't want for her.

Alyssa keeps pacing back and forth. I can see how scared and unsettled she is.

"Alyssa, sit. We need to think."

"Think? There is no thinking now, Amy. There is only one thing to do. We must end this. Here and now."

My eyes instantly get teary. I hang my head again. I can't let her see how much her words hurt me. I don't even know why I have this reaction. It has never been a problem walking away before.

She takes her place in front of me and stoops to my level.

"Amy, I'm very sorry. This has to stop. I can't do this anymore."

I don't give a damn at this point. I bring my teary eyes to lock with hers. I don't care if she sees I'm hurt. I nod in agreement. I get up and leave the room. I just need to walk. 

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