Too F*ing Late (Frerard TeacherxStudent)

*TRIGGER WARNING*

At first, when his eyes landed on me, and he dissected my body with a hungry stare, I thought nothing of it.

It wasn't until it was too late; when blood stained my skin, and the sick sound of skin on skin contact embraced my ears like a goddamn blanket, that I realised what was happening.

But like I said, it was too late.

Too late to get up off the desk and hide the limp. Too late to go home and wash away the sin.

"Mr. Way?!"

Too fucking late.