Dark Green Eyes

Fahmeen's POV:

I feel like some pent up frustration is releasing as I bounce on his cock. We're at his place again. I've been coming here after school most days, keeping away from the man at home.
Rolf has his hands on my waist, thrusting me hard onto him and grunting. It's fast, it's sweaty it's quick. We hardly spoke, just walked in and knew what the other wanted. Each other. Now I'm riding him reverse cowgirl and I'm loving it.

"Fuck, your tits feel so good." His hands squeeze my nipples and he palms them, keeping hold of my breasts as we fuck.
I turn my face so I can kiss him and he responds eagerly, forcefully.

...

"As much I love you and your company-
He kisses my sweaty forehead, handing me my bra. I love seeing him like this, topless with jeans.
"I still think you should spend more time at home. At least I could come over there."
He pauses.

"I know what you're doing."
He gives me that look where he's sussed me out.
"What am I doing?" I act innocent.

"Keeping away."
I sigh and finish getting dressed.
"I don't want to see my father Rolf, every time I walk through the door he's there. Occupying the living room or... he just makes everything tense and uncomfortable. We hardly speak to each other at home anymore as a family. He's ruining it, again."

"I don't want him to think I care that he's there. I want him to think I'd rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else because it's true."
I huff and he pulls me into a hug. He's sitting on the arm of his couch and I'm on his lap.
"For your mom then. She needs you."
I close my eyes in frustration because I know he's right. At least for my mother.
"Okay."
"Yeah?"
I nod and hug him.
"Thank you, for always looking out for me."
He tilts my chin so I can only look into his eyes. They're serious and unwavering.
"I'll never stop."

I could only snuggle into him then, hugging his body tightly against my own.

*Protected*

...

"Hello?" I walk into the once again desolate house and find no one in sight. It's quiet as I stand in the hallway, looking into the empty living room with the TV still on. Someone was here recently. The kitchen seemed like the next best idea but I found no one there either. I frowned at the simmering saucepan of pasta. Making sure to turn it off, I went off in search of... somebody.

I'm upstairs and all the doors are shut tight. I can hear sound coming from Jay's room and know he's in there. He's going back to university soon but he's been shutting himself away since he's come back. My sister was still at university, she finished late today. That leaves the last person I cared about, my mother. She would be home by now. It was well into the late evening. Some would say night.

"Hey." I find her lying in her bed, her face distant and empty. She's staring blank at the TV and I know she's not watching it.
"Where is he?" I ask after no reply.
"He went out."

"What's happened?" I notice her tone which suggests something went down involving our father.

"Him and Jay had an argument. It's nothing."
I sigh and sit on the bed.
"When is he going? It's been a few days."
"Soon. He'll be gone soon."
I continue to stare at her, looking for a more specific time frame.
"I don't know okay. It's not like we ever talked much." She sighs frustratedly and instantly I feel bad. I budge closer to her.
"I hope it's soon. We don't owe him anything."

...

It's night time and I've been texting Rolf. He's been adamant on keeping in touch more like this since my dad's return.

I don't know if it was the recent bad luck of my life but I've been developing these horrible recurring cramps. They're ones I'd get on my period but I haven't had my period for a while.
"Hmm."
I check my period tracker app and find that I was due a week ago.
Cramps and no blood?
A week late?

No...
No it can't be.





*Can it?*


Fahmeen's POV:

It could be.
We didn't use protection when we almost got caught by my brother. Could I really be pregnant? I'm worried because of the circumstances but having a baby, our baby, I could never regret. My hand finds it way to my stomach and I fall asleep stroking and imagining.

I'm dreaming.
It's just the four of us, like it should be, eating dinner. Then he bursts in, his expression murderous. My father locks eyes with everyone and finally to me. I grow nervous as he storms up to me. Once he's close, he brings out something shiny from behind him and everyone else screams no as he plunges the knife inside of my stomach.

Gasping, sweating.
Holding my stomach, I sit up and grab my sheets underneath me.
"Just a dream."
I lull myself back to sleeping chanting that. It was just a dream.

...

"I'm in love with Professor Rolf, Georgia."

No reaction.

Maybe because I was alone in the girls' bathroom practising to tell her.
There's hyper butterflies in my stomach and I feel sick. I touch my stomach, I've been doing that a lot recently. Mindlessly stroking, imagining.

How do I tell her? Where should I tell? I have to prepare for the craziest reaction from my best friend. It was something crazy to tell. I don't even know if she'll forgive me for keeping something so big like this from her. But this little one who I believe really exists, in me, has changed a lot of things. Accelerated things. I have a time limit now.
If I am pregnant that is. I still need to check.

I stare at myself in the mirror, my eyes tell me I'm anxious and I look tired. Really tired.
How do I tell Rolf?

...

"Liking your new job?" Shania bursts in behind me and I watch her from the mirror.
"It was you?" I knew there was some motive behind it.
She shrugs.
"I just thought you could really benefit, you know? Since you have a thing for teachers."

I imagine punching her face in and watching her brain matter splatter the grubby toilet walls. Inhale, exhale, don't let her get to you.
"Well thanks anyway. It would help I guess. The principal thinks I will be getting into university after all."
She clenches her jaw as I seemed to affect her. I knew she couldn't get into higher education because of her disregard for anything important in life. And since she found out Emilio plans to go, she really wants to now.
"See you around Shania."
Whatever you thought you was going to do, forget it.

...

"Afternoon. I'll need these filed in."
It's a free period which means I'm on PA duty. Jasper sat up as I walked in, his own desk piled with paperwork. His tired eyes smile at me and I find myself reciprocating.

I sit down and begin my work. I feel like he wants to say something because I know he's staring at me. I pull down my dress, covering my thighs as best as I could and try to ignore him. He drums the table and I fight the distraction.

"So."
I look up and he seems amused and satisfied.
"What are your hobbies, Fahmeen?"
I blink.
"Is this an interview, Jasper?"
He bursts out laughing and I'm sitting there confused. Was it really that funny?
"Sorry it's just... I've never met a girl I've shown interest in react so blasé before."
He continues laughing and I'm wandering if my ears heard him correct. Interested? In me? Okay, maybe I need to start thinking of an early retirement.
"You're funny."

He calms down and slowly stands up. Jasper walks to my desk, his eyes on me. He leans on it, relaxed as if this is normal. I have no choice but to look up at him. There's a challenge in his eyes. I finally take in he has green eyes too. But they're darker than my professor's. Dangerous.

"I like you."

...

I kept to myself after that, finishing the work he'd set me. Jasper carried on like he didn't just admit what he did. Sometimes I wandered if he was all there. Or maybe he didn't take life too seriously. Either way, I was wary around him now.
"I'll see you Jasper."
I wait by the door for his dismissal.
"Yup. Good work Fahmeen. I really appreciate this." He stands up and intends on coming to me but I leave the room before he could. I just hear him chucking as I hurry away, eager to get home.

"Oh Georgia, wait!" I grab her arm before she could hop into Aston's car.
"Sorry Ast, can I please borrow her?"
"How long? I'm needed at work."
I give Georgia this look, hoping she understands my serious eyes. She frowns slightly, she gets it.
"Go to work babe. I'll walk home."
"Alright. Text me." He rushes off and Georgia grabs my hand and leads me.

We're walking to the nearby park and I'm getting nervous. I'm going to tell her and she can sense it's something big.
"Will I need to sit?" She asks as I approach a bench. She looks at my face and then quickly sits down.
"Okay, hit me."
"Okay. You ready?" I blow out a breath, I'm going to go for it.