Teacher's Pet

Chapter One

"Get off me!" I screamed as he was trying to take my clothes off. He slapped my face, making it burn my cheek and I could tell he noticed how red he made it.

"You know you like it." I made a disgusted face, there was no way I liked any of this. Not with him. Not while he was drunk.

I squirmed and got loose of his grip and was able to get my arm from underneath his muscular arms trying to hold mine down so I couldn't move. Smack. Right across his face. I'd never hit someone as hard as I had just hit him, well, I hadn't slapped anyone before for that fact.

"That's for smacking me, bitch." I eventually was able to get out from below him and smacked him again. "That one was for trying to strip me, asshole." I hit his face one last time. This time it made my hand burn, but oh, did it feel good to finally slap that dick in the face. I had never been able to get the courage to slap him in the face but that, well, it let all my anger out on him and it felt so good. "And that one's for being such a fucking ass to me all the damn time."

I got up off the uncomfortable ground and left his drunken self in his basement and ran up the beige carpet stairs. I knew he was going to get up soon after me and chase me, which is why I felt like I was running for my life as I was ran up the stairs, almost tripping. I opened the door to the basement and headed straight for the front door.

I was able to make it to my car, my baby blue Volkswagen beetle. I clicked the unlock button numerous times, panicked that Draven would appear in the doorway with not enough time to drive away from this terrifying place that I called hell.

I was relieved when I was in the car and Draven wasn't anywhere to be found. I sat there for a second, in silence, as my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest because it was beating so fast.

Why am I still with him.. I thought to myself.

Once I was calmed down and my heartbeat was regular again, I turned the key and heard the engine roar, telling me it was ready to drive.

I kept the radio off my whole way home as I looked out the windshield into the dark night, thinking about what just happened. It was so silent, for once, and I liked it. I decided to roll my window down and let the cool air enter my car. I could hear the crickets singing a song with their sound they made; I loved that sound. I looked at the clock as it blinked constantly showing the time in it's bright colors. 1:28 a.m.

It was a Sunday morning, technically, but to me, it was still Saturday night. Me and Draven were hanging out in his basement, being perfectly fine, watching movies when he decided to get drunk and try and have sex with me. He always drank and he was abusive everytime and since I was always around, I was the one who was being abused. And I put up with it. For almost a whole year now. Draven was such a sweetheart maybe 20% of the time, only when he was sober though. The other 80% he was hitting me and beating me and kicking and anything he could possibly do to hurt me. I needed to end this.