Stained

Chapter 101

"What?" I pant, suddenly breathless. It's as if his words have knocked all the breath from my lungs.

He nips the inside of my leg. "Be mine."

"I... I'm not an object." I can't focus on what he's saying when he's touching me. It's a surprise in itself that I formed a coherent sentence.

Trigger warning; Abuse

"It's because you have a boyfriend, isn't it?" He growls.

Wait what?! "What are you talking about," I chuckle nervously.

Suddenly he's standing and grabbing my neck in a bruising grip.

"Who is he? Tell me who he is!" he shouts.

Tears immediately pool in my eyes from both the lack of oxygen and his painful grip. "I... you're hurting me, Damien."

Anger flares in his eyes and he slams my head against the door, so hard my vision turns black for a second. I cry out and tears begin to stream down my cheeks.

What's happened to him? This isn't my Damien. Why is he doing this?

"You can't leave until you tell me who he is." And suddenly his face is morphing into... oh god! No! No! No! This can't be happening! Please no!

But it is and I'm suddenly back in that classroom, living through one of the worst experiences of my life.

"Hazel has a boyfriend," Avon suddenly drawls.

My eyes widen. What! No, I don't!

"Oh really?" My creepy English teacher opposite me pipes up, amused.

"She's had a lot of boyfriends," he lies, again.

"I bet she has..."

I turn in my seat, horrified, and glare at Avon. "I have not. I do not."

"Yes, she does," Avon smiles mischievously. I give him a look that screams why are you lying, but he barely acknowledges me as he turns back to the teacher.

I get it, he doesn't like me for some strange unknown reason, but why lie! To fuel the Pedo's already creepy behaviour toward me? Does he find that entertaining?

Detention is boring. It's boring for everyone. If he wants to pass the time in detention by starting a conversation, do it. But say something else for God's sake! Mention the news, the weather forecast, hell even the recent girl you slept with. I'm sure the creep opposite me would love to hear all about the latter.

To my utter horror, he asks, "who is it?"

"I don't have one," I whine at the same time as Avon says, "I don't know his name."

I shake my head and check the clock behind me. Two more minutes til detention is over. Til this horrible conversation is over. I genuinely thought he'd leave me alone and stop his creepy behaviour if I started misbehaving. But it seems I've added fuel to the fire and given him excuses to extend his pedophillia by placing me in detention.

"She's dirty. All they do is kiss. All around the school. Everyone has seen them," Avon says.

I haven't even had my first kiss yet! "Stop lying!" I shout at Avon. My hands and legs — my whole body — starts shaking vigorously. I always shake when I'm around The Teacher, and my head spins, and my pulse picks up, and I feel nauseous like I'm going to puke. I clasp my hands together painfully hard under the table.

Just another minute, Hazel, just another minute.

"Really?" He sounds amused and intrigued. What the hell! "What's his name hazel?"