James
I was sitting on top of desk telling my students a goodbye for the weekend and reminding them about the class homework due when my hand shot out impulsively. I looked up realizing I had Adrianna's wrist.
I let go quick and cleared my throat, telling her to keep up with the good work in class. She clutched her bag looking at her feet.
"Yes sir "
All the other students had left the class leaving her and I alone. I retracted my hand from her wrist and quickly put a distance between us, my I was aching to claim her.
"Um, I just wanted to know if there was anything going on, if anything was going on you can talk to me. It doesn't have to be anything school related." I recalled seeing her limp the day before.
She looked at me and nodded her head no.
"Any problems at home?"
Her beady brown eyes widen and she left the classroom quickly dismissing my question.
Adrianna
The week had gone by quickly but all that was on my mind was Mr.Fritz's kindness towards me through ought the week. I don't have friends that truly fuck with me and know about my life at trash home besides Shanya.
But, Mr.Fritz sudden interest in my home life seemed strange, as if he can read right through me and knew much more about me then he lead on.
My thoughts were sudden interrupted by my sperm donor.
"Adrianna where the fuck is my food?!" I gulped knowing that my drunk father didn't like waiting and dashed down stairs to whip up something delicate for him to eat. With what's in the fridge lets hope I can mange to cook something good.
James
I had followed her home that following Friday from school.
"Adrianna where the fuck is my food you whore!?" the sounds of that made me curious as I snuck up to the window on the left side of the home. I had a full view of the kitchen, that's where I spotted Adrianna shaking form while putting food on to the stove.
An abuse scene began to lay out in front of me in the next minute I watched as Adrianna laid on the floor holding her cheek with a face full of hate and fear. I couldn't tolerate someone putting their filthy hands on mine.
Adrianna
It hurt so bad. He kicked, punched, and slap. His blows came repeatedly.
"I wish you where never born you fat bicth." His words continued to play in my head as I faded in and out.
I heard a sudden thud on the ground and the beatings stopped instantly. Picking myself up I managed to find a dark figure in full height hovered over my father. I tried to focus and maintain my conciseness but I was starting to feel weak.
The sudden darkness consumed my vision.
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My bed covers seemed extremely soft and help a familiar scent. The smell reminded me of Mr. Fritz's, I woke up immediately remembering today was Monday and that I had to get ready for school seeing the light rays through the curtains.