Letters To Mrs. Parker (lesbian teacher student story)

Chapter #5

Dear Mrs. Parker

I think you are very special too, but I think we have our different kinds of special in this matter. Yet hearing you say that, has made me the happiest girl in the universe.

You said that I should call you when I feel ready to talk about the things that bother me. I want to, I want nothing else than pick up the phone and hit your number even in this writing moment.

I don’t know what’s holding me back, honestly I wish I had the courage to call you. I guess I’m just scared I’ll bother you. The last thing I want to do is worry you with my troublesome life.

Then again, you said I could call whenever I wanted to…. I guess I don’t really have anything to lose.

Yours truly, Karla Lewis.

 

“Jodi Parker.” Her angelic voice on the other end of the line is what I’ve longed for to hear that whole Saturday afternoon.

It’s been several days since we had out chat in Mrs. Parker’s classroom. Ever since that all I’ve been able to think about is calling her. I wanna come clean about this. I’m just unsure how. Then again, maybe I will find the words when finally calling her? It was worth a shot.

“Mrs. Parker, this is Karla… Karla Lewis.” I hear how shaky my voice is but I can’t help it, and hanging up is not an option.

“Karla! I was hoping you would call… I mean how are you?”

“I’m okay… I thought about what you said the other day. You know that I could come to you when I wanted someone to talk to?” My voice was still shaky, but not as much.

“Yes, I remember.” The tone of her voice told me to continue.

“Is this a bad time? Or can we maybe meet up and talk now? I’d rather not do it over phone.” Being terrified that one of the other family members would overhear the conversation I figured this would be the safest way.

“Well I don’t see why that would be a problem. Where would you like to meet up?” Damn, I had no idea where we could go. It was quite late and everything was already closing up.

“The park maybe?” I replied after being quiet for a few seconds.

“I’ll see you in about 30 minutes then?”

“Sounds good. Thank you Mrs. Parker…”

“Don’t mention it sweetie.”

Next problem. Coming up with a good excuse for going out. I couldn’t say I was going to the library, which was my most popular excuse. Friends was not an option either. I had to sneak out. It was risky but I knew it was going to be worth it.

After making the bed so it seemed like I was asleep, I climbed out through the half open window and disappeared into the warm spring evening.

Was I crazy? Probably. I knew what would happen if my family found out. Not only had I sneaked out, but I had done it to reveal what they were putting me through. But I couldn’t keep on living like some dirty slave anymore. I wouldn’t put up with it.