The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 8 - familiar

I wrapped my fists round the warm duvet and held it close to my chest in fear. My knuckles turned white as the footsteps were getting closer and closer. They were now at the same ground as I. Was it a burglar? Should I wake Gemma? Thousands of thoughts were racing through my brain at the moment, unable to form anything coherent.

All of a sudden a head peeked out of the door though I couldn't quite make out the person's features since the lights were off. All I could see was multiple strands of curly messy hair. I instantly folded into the sheets and held the blanket right above my head so whoever it was wouldn't notice me there. Something about them made my insides scream, though, I was yet to understand why.

"Gem, you fucking went clubbing again?" I cringed and curled into myself as a raspy voice shot into the silence. The voice was sliced with rage and bitterness although that wasn't what sickened me the most. It was its raspiness, so bloody familiar.

A raspy groan was heard and Gemma rolled her body to the side, causing the bed to shift slightly. She huffed in annoyance and pulled the soft pillow over her head.

"Jesus Christ Harry! Let me sleep." She mumbled incoherently into the pillow.

"It isn't over darling." The man growled in irritation and my heart had migrated to my throat.

A shocking shudder ran down my spine as my ear caught heavy footsteps strolling farther into the bedroom. I buried my head completely under the duvet though I couldn't help but leave a little slot in order to see what was going on.

His breathing was heavy as he nearly tore the duvet off her body. She tried to protest though it was quite evident she couldn't stand a chance- even in the dark room I could see the silhouette of his huge biceps.

He bent down and felt for her waist, when found it, he firmly caught her and in less than a blink she was scooped up and swung over his broad shoulder.

How ironic - he was too furious to even notice me laying there, helpless.

"Let me down! Bugger off!" She cried out. All he did was withdraw out of the room, completely ignoring her begs. I boggled as the footsteps descended the stairs, going out of my sight.

I had to help her.

Why was I so frightened though? He was just Gemma's brother and if she wasn't scared I shouldn't be either. What's even fear? Fear's a sensation that streams through your body in danger though it can be quite tricky sometimes. When you're under the overwhelming feeling of fear let alone terror, your body tends to freeze and you're all of a sudden disconnected to the outside world. You're drown in your own trauma, in your own illusion. You're weak, you're helpless, you're cissy.

And now, that was my turn to overcome a fear, to confront it. Everyone has to at some point.

"Did you go deaf?! How many times do I have to tell you the same bloody thing?" Someone spoke irascibly though they weren't yelling. It'd already started.

"Fuck off Harry, you aren't my father for God's sake!" Gemma yelled and I flinched. Her voice was quite raspy (she had just woken up) though, it was still pretty booming.

"Lower your voice sis, you know I'm just worried. And besides, I'm the one in charge." And then it sank in, the shuddering raspiness. I guessed I had developed a phobia of raspy voices since my little encounter. Perhaps that was what scared me most about him.

"I'm out of shits to give, I've lived my whole life indoors in fear of something happening to me because of you, filling up my brain with lies! You're never home an--"

"Just shut it Gemma, you're so ungrateful!" He now roared and I heard the crash of a chair making contact with the floor, followed by a wail. That was when my nature kicked in and I urged to step in even if that meant I was going to get my arse beaten. I leapt out of the king sized bed and jogged hastily down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet on the way. My body made the choice for me, kicking the fear aside.

I followed the screaming voices that lead me to a fancy looking kitchen. Why does it always happen in the kitchen? Bad luck I guess.

I stopped dead in my tracks as my sight caught the two siblings going off their heads at each other as Gemma was shoved against the brick wall by her brother- Harry. However, Harry seemed to have frightened my wits out by his strong looming appearance more than anything. His broad shoulders, height, tattoos, body language. It all seemed to make me take a step back and also cause a rather big vase to be shattered to bits by my foot accidentally stumbling over it. I squealed lightly in surprise and glanced up to find two heads snapping in my direction.

Why did I have to cause a mayhem? Way to go Gwen.

Harry's eyebrows pulled down, throwing his deep-set eyes into shadow. The emerald green turned into pitch black as they bored into me. However, he seemed to recover quite fast.

"And who the hell might you be?" He spat and I found myself taking another step back to be stopped by a sharp glass jabbing in my bare foot.

"Ouch!" I screamed in agony, clutching my leg off the ground. Blood was dripping out of it.

"Harry quick! Help me lift her onto the counter!" Gemma gushed and my breath hitched in my throat as I felt him stroll closer. He leaned down, curly hair tickling my skin slightly as he gripped my waist and tugged me up and over to the sink. That was when I'd noticed how massive his hands actually were. My legs dangled over the edge of the counter top when Gemma stepped forward, tearing open one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of silver tweezers.

I barely noticed though, my eyes were hypnotised by the huge curly guy holding my gaze captive as we were in the almost same eye level. His face held a deep frown though I couldn't quite make out why. I flinched lightly as a rather sharp piece of glass was pulled out of my wound swiftly.

"Put your leg in the sink." Gemma instructed and I instantly obeyed, swinging it up and over to be buried in the marbled sink.

The water was turned on and she swayed my leg back and forth in order to get the gash clean. Having nothing else to occupy myself with, I watched closely as the cool liquid washed the crimson blood. I was tired of Harry's intimidating gaze.

***

My leg was perfectly bandaged and I found myself sitting round an oak wooden table with Gemma beside me and Harry across. I was handed hot chocolate and some fruits as we sat in complete silence, the only sounds in the room were our gulps. Even though it was basically the middle of the night, chocolate was always irresistible. I almost bit Gemma's arm off to have it , ...oops?

"Blast it, am I missing something? Do you guys know each other?" Gemma suddenly shot into the air.

"No" Harry replied firmly and I right again cringed at his raspy tone. So bloody familiar. Au fait.

I felt his harsh gaze incinerate holes in my face and I found myself shifting in my seat awkwardly. I caught a glint of suspicion in Gemma's brown eyes though she didn't say anything. I wished I had a lotta bottle, this guy made me so nervous.

"What happened to your face?" He said slowly, his eyes glued to my bruised cheek. I froze instantly.

A/N

Sorreh for not writing a creepy a/n like do you even like them? Lmao okay no

BLOODY NORA MY SISTERS JUST SCOLDED ME FOR SWEARING

AND SHES LIKE 8

JUST KILL ME WITH A SPOON IM SO EMBARRASSED

SORRY FOR THE RANT LOL. PLEASE DONT FORGET TO VOTE/COMMENT/SHARE BC IT LITERALLY MAKES ME THE HAPPIEST GIRL ON THE PLANET LOVE YA ALL XX