Escaping Mr. Grayson [UN-EDITED]

Chapter Fifteen.

I sit at my usual seat in the front of the class, right next to Kayden, who has now forgiven me for.... rejecting him. The last night was strange, terrifying at best. If it weren't for Kaydens kindness driving me to the club to save Daisy, who knows how far it would have gone. If anything, she's lucky he just left the dark bruise around her neck.

          "Psychopaths are like virgins. You never know who is one and who isn't until there's some sort of blood involved", Daisy said to me last night while I gave her a fresh ice pack for her bruise. She's right too. Mr. Grayson is...a psychopath and I've never been so afraid of anyone in my entire life. But at the same time, admittedly, I've never been so attracted either. How could I have not seen it? Its so sad that when you see someone for who they truly are, it completely ruins them.

          Thirty minutes comes and goes. Then thirty-five, then forty, until an hour later, Mr. Grayson finally shows up for his lecture. The scar on his perfectly chiseled jaw is what I notice first as he walks in. He's dressed casually, as though it isn't a Monday. In his Dark Jeans and navy-blue cashmere sweater.

          I run my tongue across my lips and I feel my nose wrinkle. A habit I had wished was over and done with.

           I hate to admit this, but this man revives the parts of me that I didn't even realize were dead. Almost like a drug. Cocaine, or something of that nature. Some-thing that feels so good, even though you know it's bad for you. Something that you continue to take in, even though it could possibly kill you.

That's what he was for me. A high. A fix. A drug.

I notice his eyes light up when he sees me, and I jerk my head away.

          "It's good to be back", he says, his words breathless and swift. Also, loud...very loud.

          His lesson goes on uninterrupted. He makes little to no eye contact with me throughout, and for some reason it makes me feel frustrated. Almost as if I want him to notice me. Even though I know for a fact that I shouldn't. Even though I know for a fact that I should be ignoring him.... thats what the police officer told me and Daisy to do anyway.

          That was the last thing we could think of doing about the situation. But the police were no help. As it turns out, because the club isn't private property, Mr. Grayson was, and I quote, "well within his rights"

          "He could very well have set up an entire tripod right in front of your nose and taped you for all I care, and there still would be no real reason for me to arrest him", the police officer shrugged.

          "What about a restraining order or something?", Daisy suggested. "Can we get one on him?"

          "Sure. But first you'll need to hand in your request for approval and that takes at least three weeks", she sighed, "...and even if you do get approved, which you might not, that's when the real process begins. Evidence, hearings and things like that. All In all, you'd probably get the restraining order after a minimum of three months. Maybe two at best, if you're lucky or... you know the district attorney personally"

          So, what? Were just supposed to wait for this man to come into our homes and slaughter us in our sleep? Is that the only time you people will take this serious-ly?, Daisy advocates. This man is stalking usand its your job to do something about it

          "Listen, this guy you're so worried about more than likely just wants attention, and if you keep giving it to him, he won't stop. Just ignore him."

The police system is a joke...simply put.

          The lecture mulls through, minute after minute, second after second and it's torturous. Every word that rolls off of his tongue spills into my entire body like venom and I'm getting insatiable. Even though I really shouldn't be.