The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 15 - new scandal

It's been ages.... SORRY

Time.

Can we even measure it?

When you say you haven't seen someone for a while, can you point out what 'a while' really means? What it stands for? How many days have passed until you last saw the person or is it just that awfully annoying gut feeling driving you crazy and twirling into the pesky butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not letting go until you finally get to see them?

And what if something happened one month ago, yet you can't let go of it? What if you feel as though it has taken place just yesterday? Every scar reminds you of the torment and fear you've felt, even though the pain is long gone by now. Would you be able to leave every glimpse of misery that has filled your living cells behind? And what about the horrible disorder you must be drowning in?

Another day had passed.

My injuries were almost healed by now, leaving small scars that would hopefully fade away soon. I went to hospital a few days after the occasion and was rather surprised to find out that only one gash was in actual need of stitches. I also got some sleeping pills as to my lack of sleep recently. I knew I probably shouldn't have over- analysed things so much, though, how can you enjoy the ride of life when death could be just round the corner any minute? Nothing was predictable.

Police claimed they were at it, digging deep into the biggest scandal and seeking for any relevant information. I was well aware they weren't even near solving it though. That ingenious man had completely trapped them, no matter what they did people would die. Every time an expedition was sent to investigate the educator case, even if the police officers were fully experienced and superior they'd get slaughtered to death.

In addition, my wonderful boyfriend named Benjamin and I weren't on speaking terms at the moment. Just a day ago he had asked me to come over and me, being the nice naïve girl I am didn't find the heart to decline and accepted his offer. I remember him trying to lift up my shirt, claiming I was old enough to expose myself sexually to him even though I was only a seventeen year old girl studying in sixth form. I tried to push the cheeky bastard off me but unfortunately, he had managed to scoop my shirt up enough to have a good glimpse of my injured stomach.

"D-do you self harm?"

Were his exact words. And for once his eyes were latched with pity and sorry. I wish I could savour the sight.

"Who needs to cut themselves if someone already took it upon themselves, to show you what pain really is?" I spoke darkly, lacing my words with venom he'd never understand. I'd say I wanted him to have a lesson from the so called Educator, though I had come to the conclusion even the worst satan doesn't deserve such treatment. It was indescribable.

"Did you fucking cheat on me?!" The fake boy yelled at me. That was when I completely lost it.

Anyway, that bloody fight ended with him having a red cheek and me making a dramatic exit out of his house with small tears brimming my vision. I knew he wasn't worth them, but I wasn't sure wether he was the main cause or there was something else lurking afoot.

He was pushing the boat out way too much.

I was currently sitting in the kitchen with my dad across me, both of us having warm calming tea. It was 5pm and so far nothing interrupted the silence of the day. My fears were raising every day to a new level as my life was being on the line, every minute raising my dreadful thoughts up a notch, pushing me to the edge.

Father didn't try to make conversation up until then and neither did I, as usual. Wish he wouldn't be so frightened, scared to talk to his own daughter though my subconscious convinced me it was for the best. My hand wrapped round the small cup to suck up its warmth and lifted it up to my lips, sipping at it slightly.

Dad rose from his seat abruptly, causing the chair to meet the floor with a loud din, having the gesture much more effecting as the sky rumbled along with a nerve wrecking thunder. A chill ran from my head to toe as I jumped slightly in place, my head lifting up to peer at the cantankerous man before me.

One of his hands was grasping the newspaper tightly and the other balled into a fierce fist until his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched to the point I was fairly surprised his teeth didn't shatter to pieces, face etched with shades of red. The newspaper was tossed wrathfully on the desk as he scurried off like an angry elephant.

My gaze diverted down to the rather big paper which was now lightly wrinkled at its ends, due to the fury my dad gripped it with. I moved my chair so I was now sitting before it, not risking to touch it and get scolded by my great parent.

A gasp illicit through my throat as my eyes scanned over the pitch black title of the day.

THE NEW SCANDAL

The Educator murders are hitting again as a new bloody trap was revealed to the eyes of the crowd. Four police officers and three hostages were killed ruthlessly the other night. Gwen Wilson as renown the daughter of the famous crime family (the Wilsons) has been involved as well and fortunately came out alive with several new gashes on her stomach. A five year old boy has also become victim of the sickening games, his body was never found.

Daren Porter, a politician said: "this was a horrific and inhumanly crime, one of the worst traps of the series. Must be condemned without reservation."

However, this is not the time for knee jerk reactions. A full investigation will be conducted by the IPCC and will keep you updated as soon as possible, as to the child's absence as well. "

I stared blankly at the paper beneath me as my brain was racing with thoughts. How was I even supposed to react to such a thing? The whole case was extremely complex and to be completely honest, I never saw it being solved. That man was apparently more clever than any of the most promoted detectives - proved by the fact he had had his game running for so long and didn't seem like he was planning on ending anything soon. Nothing was foreseen at the moment, the only one in charge being that super intimidating yet genius criminal.

A clamour threatened to leave my body but I sucked it up, gulping down my tea but grimaced when the cool liquid hit my tongue. Was too much of a sloth to make a new one.

My body jolted as a buzz was felt from the back of my trousers, causing me to spring on my feet and swing my hand backwards, pulling my phone out of my pocket swiftly. I typed the passcode into the device and waited for it to come into conscious.

A small grin fought its way on my face as Gemma's name illuminated the screen. I clicked the message open and waited for it to load.

Lovely shit face: alright Gwennie? Xx

Me: hiya I'm not too bad thanks, How are things? Xx

Lovely shit face: same! Are you up to some horse riding tomorrow? Xx

My face lit up with excitement and I cheered enthusiastically at the mention of my favourite hobby.

Me: hEll yeAH i'd LoVe to! Xx

Lovely shit face: brill! Then it's settled, be ready at 10am. I've already talked to Lottie and everything so don't bother yourself. It's gunna be load of fun!! Xx

Me: looking forward to seeing you two, It's been a while! Xx

Lovely shit face: ditto, hope you don't mind that it's not only the three of us though. We've got some clingy arses tagging along. -,-

Me: hmm should it be frowned upon? Who exactly are those clingy arses lmao??

Lovely shit face: you'll see. Goodnight smelly fart head. Xx

Me: do you want me to not fall asleep out of my fudging curiosity eating me alive?

I remained still and waited with my tongue sticked out slightly and eyes fixed on the screen as in more than small butches I admit. When 5 minutes had passed my endurance faded to non existence and I irritatingly typed "ugh good night asswipe" away and set my phone on the table with a small thud.

All I could think about was who could possibly be those clingy arses.
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