Damaged Beyond Repair (Student/ Teacher) ✔️

Chapter 17

WARNING for young readers: Chapter contains a very violent male protagonist. My aim is not to glorify any abusive relationship.

"So Alana, what do you do for a living?" Dwight asked me, sipping onto the red wine.

"I'm still doing college and..." I cleared my throat; I had to be a calculating bitch if I was going to answer to his questions.

"Does that college happen to be Carmel?"

So much for being a calculating bitch, I just walked right into his trap.

"Uh—yeah." I tried to keep my voice steady.

The contours of Dwight's mouth twitched upward in an amused smile, his next remark was directed towards Rowan, "Whatever happened to teaching economics that you began teaching other subjects..." He snorted to add more spice to his evilness, "How do you manage without getting caught?"

"I resigned." Rowan declared as he forked the spaghetti, all heads turned in his direction.

"You, what?"

"I don't make it a habit of saying things twice." Rowan muttered under his breath, shaking some pepper into his food.

I knew I had to jump into this situation because from what I could notice this was a News Flash to everybody, "It's entirely my fault if Rowan resigned, I would have been expelled out of Carmel if he hadn't taken the step."

Dwight shook his head, "You see, Alana, Rowan could've tackled the problem without losing his standing. He is just lazy enough to try." he smiled coyly, "Resigning is just a fast way out, let me give you a tiny example of how Rowan can screw things up in hopes of making it better."

Rowan's hands balled into fists, and he clenched the fork with too much force almost murdering the poor salad, he was trying so hard to keep his anger at bay. I let my hand slid underneath the table, found his warm hand and squeezed it. He squeezed it back.

"Rowan and I used to work together in our father's company about six years ago, more like learning how stuff worked around and Dad told us about a target we needed to complete within a couple of days." A pause later he said, "And Rowan was an amateur back then, so instead of asking Drew or me for help, he took matters into his own hands and managed to lose around thirty percent of the company profits along with a few clients, all in a day."

"DON'T FUCKING BRING THAT SHIT UP NOW!" Rowan pounded his fist on the table, I flinched at once.

Dwight continued to chomp on his food, ignoring the dragon's lair being blown at him, like they were having the most normal conversation. "ummm, Mom, what's up with these shrimps?"

Can this guy get any weirder?

Rowan's breathing was an erratic rise and fall. He was cracking up again.

"Why don't you just chillax, Rowan. I was giving Alana an example."

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD!"

"Rowan, sweetheart." Mrs. Masters said softly, I had to strain my ear to hear her speak, "Calm down."

"YOU TELL YOUR SON TO ACT CIVIL AND STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD." Tears started to well up as Rowan spoke.

"Language, Rowan." Gary Masters spoke in his authoritative voice.

"How long has it been since you've been off your meds?" Dwight went on.

That was the trigger.

The plate went down with a shattering crash; the half filled flute went next, along with the spoon and the fork. I stood up at once, and took two steps back. Kyo on the other hand, switched to the next vacant seat available.