The Educator (dark h.s)

chapter 1 - apprehension

Chapter one of this super spooky story is up yay ! Have fun my lovely birds ahahh :D

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I swear to God I could've killed it. I barely caught some sleep last night since it was the day.

I still hadn't decided whether I should be depressed and scared or jump around joyfully like you'd expect from a girl who hasn't seen her father for years and finally gets to see him. I was a girl who hadn't seen her father for years and today was the day, the day he'd no longer be held captive in prison, he'd finally get released.

My emotions towards my dad were extremely mixed and complex, of course I loved him with all my might and would never stop even if the world broke apart, though, I can't say I supported everything he had done in his life and things he was yet to do.

The day he got arrested was one of the hardest since deep inside I knew he deserved it all- he deserved to rot out in a dirty cell for a damn good while, he deserved to go through sentences and to be frank, if I were one of the people he had harassed I'd be pressing charges until he was thrown into prison, too.

One thing I forced myself to keep in mind was that my dad wasn't mentally healthy. He was not far from a psychopath and he didn't fully understand what he was doing and how severe his actions actually were.

I hoped with all my heart that he had gone out of his way and changed, that he had thought everything through and finally regretted his crimes. He could even ask for pardon from one of his victims.

However, in the pit of my stomach I knew it wasn't the case and it'd never be, everything was going to be left unforgiven along with my mother's death. No one can prepare You for a loss; it comes like a swift wind. That was one of the main reasons I dreaded the day my father got released.

My mum (may she rest in piece) had always followed my dad's ways, his interactions, his rules, everything- which I wasn't really fond and proud of, but that's life and what's done is done, the past cannot be altered.

Anyway, she was released two years ago. I vividly remember how exhausted and tiny she was, merely skin and bones. I tried to take care of her as she couldn't do it herself, she was my dear mother and as I already noted- they were my parents and I loved them with everything I had even though they'd done horrendously unforgivable things.

They were all I had.

Two months after her release she was brutally murdered. Her corpse was left in an old nasty alley not too far from the stock exchange. Detectives reported she had been abused physically but not sexually to their surprise, since she was a beautiful woman. The serial, notorious killer who had been accused of multiple homicides- surprisingly killed only criminals. The police had been investigating the case with practically no success.

In my opinion, the remorseless man was more sophisticated than basically everyone in this world and wouldn't be found unless he wanted to.

Regardless, over my dead body would I let him go near my dad. I perfectly knew that whoever it was was going to try and even endeavour and get him since he too, was a criminal. I wasn't going to let down my guard till my dad's last breath though.

I was now half way to my school as I felt apprehension flood through my body. I'd already filled a report about this mysterious murderer, though, the police claimed he was under their sight of vision and wouldn't have the guts to come near us when he was being wanted. I, on the other hand, didn't buy this rubbish, I knew they were more scared of him than they showed off. The fear radiated out of them every time he was mentioned, it was quite evident they'd never dealt with such an issue before.