𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

4

TW: this chapter does include sexual assault/abuse. if you're triggered by this stuff please don't read.

you had finally gotten home from another long day. you were so glad it's finally friday, meaning no school tomorrow, and you could spend the whole day with edward! you opened the front door and saw your parents watching TV in the living room.

"hey mum, hey dad." you said, as you walked in. your father ignored you, your mum looked at you and said "hi honey, how was school?" you sighed, put your bag down and said "boring, as usual." however, you had been hiding something from your parents about school for a very long time. you couldn't bare to tell them... especially your dad.

"where's edward?" you asked. "in your room. he's waiting for you." said your mum. you thanked her and ran to your room.

you opened the door and saw him saw on the bed, he looked at you and smiled. you noticed he had a fresh cut on his face. "oh, edward.." you said. you got the first aid kid and disinfected the cut, just to prevent infections. "thank you. how was school y/n?" edward asked. he seemed so interested in your life. he was a sweetheart.

"um... i-i..." the pressure was getting to you. you didn't know how to talk about it, you were feeling extremely anxious. "i-it was okay... just boring." you lied. you were extremely upset. edward looked at you with concern, however he decided to respect that you clearly didn't want to talk about it.

flashback to school

"...i hope you're all taking notes kids, this science test is extremely important." said your teacher, mr smith. mr smith glanced at the time. "dear! right, everyone please put your things away. class is almost over." said mr smith. the whole class started packing things away, and then the bell rang. as everyone was about to leave, mr smith called out "y/n, stay behind after class please." anxiety filled your mind. "not again..." you thought to yourself. this had happened before, you knew what was going to happen, and you were terrified.

everyone had left, and you were sat in your seat. mr smith slowly walked over to you, and bent down slightly to look you in the eye. you were extremely uncomfortable.

"now, y/n..." he said, before going over to the door to lock it, then the windows to shut the blinds. "you know... i've been stressed recently." he continued. you were shaking with anxiety, but you decided you should probably talk. "h-how so...?" you asked, as you were genuinely curious. "oh... you know. work, the wife, and you." he said, with a smirk. "me..?" you were super confused. what did he mean 'you'?

"well... how can i not be distracted? you come in here with your short skirts, pretty shoes and those adorable thigh highs. i can't help myself but fantasise about you. you should know this by now. i already fucked you many times, aren't you used to this?" he said, laughing. the smirk on his face was mocking you. you wanted to cry, you absolutely hated mr smith. he was a misogynistic abuser, and you couldn't stand him. god forbid your father ever found out about this, he'd hit you and call you a whore.

"please... don't." you begged him, however that only seemed to turn him on more. you had tears in your eyes. you couldn't leave the class, the door was locked and he hid the key. you couldn't fight back, you'd already tried that in the past. nothing worked. all you could do was let it happen, and cry about it later. not even your best friend charlotte knew about this.

"y/n... you're really sexy you know. i can't believe you don't have a boyfriend. well, i can be your boyfriend. it's our little secret that we fuck whenever you're in my class, what's one more secret, hm?" he said, sitting on his desk, staring at you up and down. especially your thighs.

"i'd never date you! we don't 'fuck', you're a rapist!" you screamed, however he covered your mouth with his hand. "now now baby, don't be too loud." mr smith pinned you to the desk, and like all the other times, assaulted you and did things to you against your will. he's a dirty, disgusting old man, yet all you could do was lay back and cry.

fast forward to the present

"y/n... you don't look so happy. did something happen? you can tell me." said edward. you really trusted him for some reason. you didn't even know him for long, yet you trusted him with your life. you two had a connection.

"i... i cant tell you." you said. tears were forming in your eyes. they rolled down your rosey cheeks. edward leaned in closer to you and put his arm around your waist, being very careful to not cut you. he rested his chin on top of your head and rocked you slightly.

"please y/n. i want to help. i want to listen to you." he said. he was getting emotional just hearing you cry, even though he wasn't the best at expressing emotions.

"fine... well, it's my teacher, my science teacher. mr smith. he..." you didn't know if you could finish the sentence, however edward reassured you. "he hurts me... all the time. he keeps me after class, locks the door, then... then he does stuff to me against my will." you cried, then you buried your head into edwards chest. edward instantly knew what you meant, rage filled his body. if this were a cartoon you'd see smoke coming out of his ears.

"i'll kill him." said edward. your eyes widened and you looked him in the eye. "edward no! you can't! you'd get in trouble, people would find out about everything! please... don't." you tried your hardest to convince him and calm him down. he managed to calm down, but now he was just extremely sad. "y/n.. i don't want you to be hurt." he said, he was really concerned. you wiped away your tears, and then his tears. "it will be okay..." you told him, before resting your head against his chest, then you slowly fell asleep.