The Educator (dark h.s)

chapter 6 - double welcome

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of a car passing by, a loud honk was released into the air. My short- lived slumber was interrupted rather rudely. I felt some obnoxious slimy liquid dripping down my chin and instantly reached to wipe it away with my finger. A thorny itchy sensation hit my neck and I straggled to elevate my head up. I looked down to find green tonic grass underneath me.

My head shot up in oder to find out where I was. Hopefully it wasn't another game of this lunatic who'd do practically everything to tear my family apart. A wash of relief flooded through my body as I spotted my very own house. I was in my garden, just a few inches from my house after all hell broke loose.

I could still feel the flows of now dry tears mixed with mud and ash on my dirty cheeks. I honestly couldn't care less, was just glad to finally be home and out of that horrendous nightmare (for now).

I tried to compose myself and get on my feet but failed miserably. What was still left of the drugs in my system caused my knees to buckle slightly, and my arching body fell to the harsh ground with much force. My head was spinning due to both the electric shock and the drugs I'd been given. No doubt I was starting to get needle phobia. Every time I was injected something a terrible event demolished my life.

I rubbed my bum and tried to get up again, this time way slower so I wouldn't droop again. After I managed to balance myself precariously, I steadily headed over to the fancy high-brow house.

Luckily, the foreign substance streaming through my veins was starting to wear off , allowing me to be again in control of my body.

The street looked suspiciously abandoned even though it was only noon. Wasn't very astonished through, everyone knew the Wilsons lived on that street so practically no one had the guts to actually come near here even when my parents were held imprisoned. I found it extremely ridiculous since I would never hurt anyone physically let alone intend to, couldn't blame them though because again, my parents didn't come across as the ideal role models.

I sighed in relief as I finally reached the porch of my house. I grabbed the knob and twisted it, exhaling when the door opened in an instant with minimum effort.

I couldn't believe him, did he seriously just leave the door unlocked? Wasn't he aware of how many human beings who wanted to swat his arse off were in this world? He was so carefree in the worst situations, it flabbergasted me.

I stepped in quietly, boots making loud thumps against the polished floor. I scanned my surrounding warily, still a bit shaken up after the inhuman awful views I had been forced to watch a few hours ago.

The infuriating silence that laid in the air was driving me mad as I marched further into the mansion with my hands by my sides, not daring to touch anything in fear it might explode. I wanted to call for my dad so badly, though, couldn't find the courage or my voice to let out a single muffle.

Suddenly, quiet sobs were heard and I instantly took off. Was mostly positive it was in the house due to the close noise. I found myself leaning against the door frame outside the fancy kitchen, looking at the broken man who was also known as my own father sitting in the kitchen, head buried in his hands as he was crying his heart out.

I carefully made my way over to his buzzing body, taking small quiet steps so I wouldn't startle him. The sight in front of me was nearly heart breaking. I'd never seen him cry before, he was always the strong, masculine, lackadaisical man in the house. He'd never shown any weakness before. I steadily placed my hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. To my utter surprise, he jumped lightly at my touch.

His head shot up abruptly and he stared at me in disbelief.

"Y-you made it?!"

Did he just stutter or..?

"Yeah I--"

I was cut of by him standing up, his chair crashing with a big bang behind him on the floor. I took a frightened step back as I watched the blue in his eyes turning into evil black, anger outspreading his tears soaked face. He threaded his bony fingers through his hair as he started pacing back and forth briskly, making me slight dizzy.

I swallowed hard as he turned to face me and gripped my wrists painfully. His fuming eyes darted to mine and I almost chocked.

Please don't.

"What was going through your screwed up brain when you fucking went with him for Christ's sake?!" He growled, reeked breath swirling my senses.

"I-i was t-trying t-to protect---"

"I DONT NEED YOUR HELP" I shivered as he yelled, body threatening above me.

He raised his hand and let it sink right down on my left cheek, slapping me with full strength. My body fell to the floor with a loud bang due to the overly forced hit. Tears were pouring their way right again down my sore cheek and I could've sworn I was starting to run out of tears, I'd been crying way a lot lately. I hated it.

Cold breeze on my neck made me cringe lightly as I knew he'd crouched beside me. He stroked my hair to the side and left it behind my ear, his actions sending an unwanted shiver down my spine.

"You should never underestimate me baby girl, daddy's strong and can overcome some inexperienced worthless git. Don't want you getting involved in this, alright?" He all of a sudden spoke softly. With my dad you never know what to expect, you could fall into his trap of bipolar mess. My lip trembled as I was trying to get words out.

"Y-you know he w-would've k-killed you b-by now. He's a splendour genius." I breathed out the complete truth, earning another hard hit across the sore cheek. I gasped as everything was turning blurry from either the effect of the hit or my own tears.

"DO NOT TALK ME DOWN GWEN." He squawked and I shrank back, trying to curl into the smallest ball I could make, to disappear.

He leant down to me and I raised my hands in both defeat and to shield myself from the next bloody impact but it never came. I gazed up at him, eyes full of tears. The atmosphere in the room was intense as my monster of a father shot his gaze up. Waves of sharp pain were sent from my poor most likely damaged cheek as I stared back at him, torment written on my face.

"Up to your room, now." He said in authority and I immediately obeyed, raising to my feet and running down the hall and up the stairs, not bothering to look back at my ungrateful father. All he really cared for was his damned façade, he would sacrifice his own family for his arrogance if he had to.

I slammed the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned to the huge mirror hung on the wall, my eyes remaining fully shut though. Was fully aware that my reflection wasn't going to be very ... Endearing. I hesitated lightly but ended up letting my eyelids fly open rather quickly. I gasped at the sight in front of me.

The girl in the mirror stood in front of me, her back a tiny bit bent and eyes with no sparkle let alone living light. Her eyes were dead and ghosty with darkness as she stared at me intensely. Dry tears were stained on her cheeks mixed with brown dirty mud, hair puffy and full of knots. A huge noticeable bruise garnished her cheek making me wince lightly. I was a crying mess, was it even me in the mirror?

Suddenly, I'd noticed something black outcrop down her arm, almost wrist and scrolled forward slightly to have a better look. I raised my hand to look at my arm and instantly dropped it back to my side, gasping in horror.

The black ink read:

The Educator

A/N

NO, HER DAD IS NOT THE EDUCATOR DONT WORRY

How much do you hate her scumbag of a father?

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