Chapter 8

**Alyssia**

While walking towards my next class, I all but try to keep my head down not wanting people to see my face nor the blush that might still be present, having just left Zac, I mean daddy’s classroom, I couldn’t help but feel the way I did when around him, it was like my body only wanted him and him only.

*Stop that Alyssia, he’s your teacher not your boyfriend,* snaps a thought from my mind, my mind still struggling to understand why he of all people would want someone like me when even my own now ex-boyfriend couldn’t stand being around me much less have sex with me like any other normal person around here would.

Biting my lip, I move to continue towards my Art Class, remembering that I had needed to swing by my locker before class as my art piece was currently there and I only had till today to finish it up. *I have to get this piece finished today, otherwise Mr. Hendricks will get on my ass for not having it completed,* I think my hands reaching for my padlock on my locker as I move to spin the dial, twisting it as the dial landed on 4340 a combination code I had learned to memorize to a tee as the lock clicks open granting me access as I move to open it, the tiny canvas sitting neatly within it’s spot as I move to grab it unaware of someone else approaching me until I feel a pair of arms move to wrap around my middle in a hug causing me to jump.

“Relax, why so jumpy” muses a voice that I now knew as Annabel, the only female friend that I ever had in all of Trinity College.

“Sorry, I just thought you were Brian” I mutter, a bit embarrassed as I move to gaze at her, Annabel standing at 5’5 while sporting a petite yet curvy body was one who demanded attention, her hazel green eyes rimmed in a golden brown halo around the iris as well as her ombre color hair just screamed attention. Especially when her hair was jet black with the ends dyed red.

“Brian? Ew no” replies Annabel, her nose scrunching up in disgust. “Wait, did he hurt you” asks Annabel as she moves to inspect her friend, spotting the faint bruising around her neck. “OOO that motherfucker… When I get my hands on him I’m going to rip him a new one.”

Startled by her words I move to focus solely on her, my eyes wide with panic. “No, you can’t… he was drunk he won’t remember it, please just let it be” I whisper not wanting to draw attention to us as we spoke about Brian in front of my locker.

“Girl please, he’s been nothing but an ass to you since the start of your relationship, why haven’t you dumped him yet” asks Annabel her eyes searching for answers.

Sighing I knew I had to tell her, “I’ll tell you after class, meet me back here and we’ll talk during lunch” I whisper to her, moving to grab my art piece before slamming my locker closed. “Anyway, I have to get to Art Class before Mr. Hendricks rings my neck too.”

“Fine, but you better spill the beans Alyssia, I mean it” warns Annabel as we move to hug once more before each going our separate ways, she on her way to English and me on my way to Art before I failed that one too as it was beginning to dawn on me that the only reason I was failing my classes were because of Brian, which made no sense as I was always an A+ student and yet here I was failing almost every class and the thing was, if my parents ever found out I was failing, they would make me drop out and come back home, a home I did not want to be apart of if I could.

Pushing those thoughts away I move to approach the room only to notice nobody else around. *Huh, interesting, I’m never the first one here,* shrugging it off I move to set up my easel knowing it wouldn’t be long until the other students arrive.

Placing my canvas down, I fail to notice a body approaching me until strong yet firm hands place themselves down on my shoulders causing me to jump once more, a voice making itself known as they move to lean against my ear. “You look stunning today Alyssia, as always” whispers the voice against my ear, making me feel unnerved.

“M-Mr. H-Hendricks” I stammered, his presence always making me uneasy to be in when alone for while he was 40 and held a toned yet athletic body, it was hard to notice his hazel green eyes and short brown hair everytime his 6’0 tall frame looked at you.

Chuckling, he moves to slide his hands down along my arms, holding them at my side as he moves to smell my hair, something he loved to do anytime we were alone, his lips kissing the nape of my neck just behind my ear as I try not to move.

“Mmm, you smell heavenly Alyssia, if class wasn’t about to start any moment I’d take you into my office and bang you against the desk” purrs Mr. Hendricks, his voice borderline needy. “After all you need that A to pass my class.”

Shivering at the thought I move to pull away, my eyes now trained on the man in front of me, his eyes still running all along my body as if undressing me with his eyes his lips moving into an upward smirk for it wasn’t new among many that Mr. Hendricks often slept with other students as he slept with men or women especially if they were failing his class. For his way of helping you pass was by giving him sex, sex in which I wasn’t planning to give him for there was only one man that I wanted and that was my daddy who was also currently my new Psychology teacher.

“What's the matter sweetheart, cat got your tongue” purrs Mr. Hendricks as he moves to approach me yet again, the class still empty as he moves to pin me against my easel and him, my back now up against my Art piece as my teacher continues with his advances.

“You know, you really should take me up on my offer sweetheart, for we all know you won’t pass without it, so no shame in whoring yourself to us who enjoy a good romp around the bed for after all we all know who badly your failing and I’m sure you wouldn’t want Mommy or Daddy to know would you?” coos Mr. Hendricks as he moves to move closer, my body attempting to shy away as he brings his hand up close to my breast as he moves to grope me through my shirt.

“Mmm, Yes, such wonderfully round mounds you have” whispers Mr. Hendricks as he moves to squeeze them gently.

“M-Mr. Hendricks… please… stop” I whimper, unable to shake off his advances now scared about my other teachers but thankful when I remember that he’s the only male teacher I have besides Zac, as the rest were females.

“Please, call me Kyle, after all I do call you Alyissa don’t I?” purrs Kyle his eyes still trained on her chest before moving to gaze back towards her.

Shaking my head, I move to finally pullway just as another student arrives giving me the opportunity I needed to move away, leaving Mr. Hendricks to carefully readjust himself before moving back over to his desk, his eyes giving me that silent promise that we weren’t done and he’d be sure to follow through the next time around.

*This is going to be a long morning,* I think moving to get comfortable or at least as comfortable as one can be with their teacher boring holes into the back of them as my chair sat facing his desk, my back towards him as it did.