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Avenging Angel

As we leave, I try not to pass by them but, I cannot help hearing some of their comments in a low manner. I am incredibly surprised how good my hearing has turned that I can hear them from a few tables away.

"Damn, look at Molly! She is becoming so hot! How is she so fine and I have not asked her out or fucked her yet?" Dylan says.

"Man, she is way out of your league!"

"Fuck that, she's perfect, what the bloody hell are you saying?"

"Dude, her stepdad is the "Hunter Eldridge" world-known billionaire from Chicago and London" Carter said.

"That's what makes it better, we're both from wealthy families, except her mom, I bet she dated him because of his money". I glare at their table.

'How dare they speak of my mother that way!' I am so angry; I could beat them to a pulp.

"Nah, I don't see Ms. Fawns as the gold digger type, getting back to what we were saying who is going to make their move and lay that uptight girl down?" Jackson says snickering.

"Would you boys shut up! Who gives a shit! She is the first choice for High Honors, and she is not even in the club! that's so freaking embarrassing!” Gwendolyn sneers

“Molly should be in it, not that Barbara! She is not a real genius; she is such a joke!" Bridget says.

"Yeah, She's not even that attractive" Olivette giggles.

I become so angry that somehow a growl comes from within me. I see the room become quiet and look around as they try and understand where the noise came from.

"Is there an animal outside?" I hear Barbara says.

"Let's go, I am sick of looking at them," I tell her.

We walk to the other side of the school grounds as I head for Spanish class. Today this class feels like a torture chamber to inflict pain on my day. I wish I could be in creative writing with Barbara, Cecilia, and Elizabeth. My friends make class fun. Anything other than my next class with Mr. Crandall. I love learning Spanish; I just cannot tolerate being near him. I get very odd vibes from him; he looks at me as if I could be a meal. Sexual or literal I am not sure, either way, he is creepy. I say farewell to Barbara for the day and walk onward like the dutiful student I am. I do not share my fears because I do not need my mother to freak out and start trying to hack my teacher apart.

"Good day, Ms. Fawns" he purrs with a sweet yet secretive smile.

"Good day Mr. Crandall” I say as I take a seat, as he walks past me.

I stiffen as I feel like he is scenting my hair, I turn towards the board feeling like I am sealing my fate sitting in his classroom.

I keep thinking, it is only one week left of his class, I can endure. This class feels like it was the longest class of my bloody life, I think to myself as I hear the bell ring. I cannot wait for the week to pass by quickly. Finally, my torture in the room will be over and I do not have to deal with that fucking teacher anymore.

All of the looks he gives me, the caresses on my hand when he would hand me my submitted work. I still cannot forget the way he spoke my name, and how he would watch my every turn. I remember one time while passing him in the hall, I swear I felt his hands caress the side of my thigh, just above my knee which was covered by my skirt. It sent shivers down my spine, and not in a good way!

At the end of class, as I was gathering my stuff to make my quick escape, I noticed Mr. Crandall was staring at me intently. I quietly approached the desk, and he smiled as he spoke to me.

"Ms. Fawns would you mind staying after to speak with me?” he purred, and his eyes roamed my body.

“Ms. Fawns” he said my name like it was a sweet candy caressing his mouth. I tried not to shutter.

“It is almost summertime" I sighed and wished for it to come sooner.

"Yes, it is, why did you ask me to stay after? Did I do something wrong?" he smiled?

"Not at all, I just wanted to see you before you left. I will be gone the rest of this week, I have a person filling in for me, and I wanted a chance to talk to you” I nodded thankful he will not be here to harass me.

“I will miss being able to have in my class since you will be in college next year," he said with a frown. I did not miss the way he said "have you" as his eyes slowly roamed my body. If I had proof of indecency, I would report him but, he leaves no way to prove it. I had previously tried to speak with the faculty about him, but they said he has a modest school record, he is clean, and has never been accused of anything suspicious. They said they would investigate but I never heard any news of any reports handled.

"Yes, I am excited to start Cambridge in the fall. I am hoping to become a journalist" his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I see you were referred to have Mr. Collin's French language class?" he said, I almost detected a growl. What is wrong with this man?

"Yes sir, I just needed this class to fulfill some extra language requirements for college." He looked at me, again raking his eyes over me.

"I see" he said, I was becoming uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else that you need?" I asked him.

He smiled "Yes, you" I heard him faintly say.

He straightened up, walked over to me, placing both of his hands on either side of me, and leaned in. If I am not mistaken, he deeply inhaled the scent of my hair as he spoke.

"I need you to see me after the school hours about college reference". I stared at him with a look of confusion.

"couldn't you just pass that to my counselor?" He looked disappointed and said.

"I suppose I can but, how can I give you your reward for being such a stellar student?" I tried to move around him, but he cornered me against the wall.

I felt his hand starting to caress my thigh, as it slid upwards then, I felt it starting to stroke my panties. I was becoming scared and felt disgusted at his gesture. I tried to remove his hand, but he dug in harder. I felt myself becoming moist against my will. I bit my lip not to say a word. I saw his eyes sparkle with lust and excitement before I could say another word, he kissed me and started trying to kiss my neck. Everything happened so fast, I felt a strength I had never known fill me. I growled at him and shoved him backward.

“I knew it!” He growled in a deep voice.

Shocked at my own actions, I straightened myself. As I began to walk away, he attempted to grab me again. Something inside of me reacted, moved faster than I thought possible, I grabbed his hand twisted it and grabbed him by his throat. I growled at him; my eyes blazed with fury. I saw the reflection of my eyes in his own and saw the purple haze beginning to shine. I pulled him closer to me and growled in his ear.

"Do. Not. Dare. Grab me again!” I spat. I threw him backwards into the bookshelves. I felt like I was in attack mode. I snarled, shocking myself. He stupidly attempted to grab me again. I dodged his grip, and I ran out of the classroom. I looked around to be sure that no one was in sight. I do not know where that power came from but, I hope that was the end of it. As I reached the door to my next class, I heard him say. "I will see you this summer". I turned around, and I noticed him staring at me with an intense expression.

I ran away from him down the hall. I will make sure I never see him again after I finish school. As I finish my last class of the day which was Creative Writing, and walk towards my car.

I again get the feeling as if I am being watched. A sudden screeching noise has me turning around, I feel like my life is about to end as I see a car take a turn to sharp and flip itself over. Everything happens so fast, it crashes into a bus, and the bus is knocked into a awkward drive as it spins straight towards me. I brace myself for death until I feel something throw me to the ground, and the bus is thrown twenty feet out of my pathway.

I sit in a daze, yet able to still see everything. I looked around at the chaos, the bus flipped over, and on the opposite side of the parking lot. The bus driver is lying on the pavement. The offending car looks like a disaster out of a horror movie, I nearly scream as I see the driver bloody and hanging outside of the windshield clearly dead. I notice that I am ten feet away from my car close to the trees. It’s as if some invisible force pulled me from harms way and destroyed the vehicles that almost claimed my life. I feel a presence behind me. I look at the trees but there is no one there?

I sit here, trying to contemplate with the fuck just happened! Do I have an avenging angel?

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