Chapter 209

I simply calm down and I avert my eyes from him. It would only anger me the more to be looking at him that way, and to get angry even the more as he calls my name and I practically shiver at this point.

"Yes sir" I say still unwilling to get up from my seat.

"Come here" he says to me and I can already see the delighted smiles on the faces of some of the kids here. Well practically the four other students that we have in this class are all boys, only one of them wears a disgruntled expression as he realises exactly what Mr Clyde is hitting at.

"I'm sorry she won't be able to carry out that action" Oakley says and I can see the flash of anger in his eyes. He wears a satisfied smile, a satisfied smile that makes me know that he is soon to threaten her with either her grades or her future in this school and basically in any other institution that she might go through, but yet Oakley still keeps a tough face.

She keeps her face tough enough that the man seems unsure of himself for a moment.

"I wasn't talking to you little girl, I was talking to Erin. Erin come here!".

I breathe in and out as I walk to the front of the class. I'm guessing that this isn't the aim of my dressing today, but yet it will just so happen that I had attracted some unwanted attention, and inevitably it just had to be unwanted attention that would put me through the same trauma that it had put me to do through during my first days here.

I hadn't even been here for three days when I had realised the sort of monster he was. I hadn't been here for almost three days when I realised that there was nothing good about this man, the kind smile and endearing gaze that he wore in his expression worked very well to hide his true intentions.

It was the first day that I felt his hands trailing along my skin that I practically screamed and rushed to the principal's office. He had asserted that it was nothing but I'm guessing that my traumatized state had gotten the principal a little bit angry, the fact that I could also call my aunt and let her know of this was also an added bonus.

I stand in front of the class and he raises his cane and points it at my chest, my face flushes in embarrassment at this point and he miles. He smiles delightedly like he's happy at the fact that he's making me this uncomfortable.

I feel the cane moving bit by bit and soon I know that it will hit flesh, it will hit tender flesh and he would not be punished for it. That moment never comes as my Chemistry teacher practically crumbles to the floor in a heap.

I look to my saviour expecting to see Eras or Clay, but yet my brother stands there, his bag of books in his hand and an annoyed expression on his face.