I Don't Need Your Help (wxg)

Chapter 12: Sketchbook

One week later
Ms. Benoist's POV
It has been a hell of a fricking week. Y/N's been avoiding me, running out of the classroom before I could stop her. She hasn't been to work at all and I just feel like it's not only that she's avoiding me, something else is definitely going on.

Over the week I've seen a few new bruises on her body some of them were on her neck, but those actually looked like hickeys this time. Maybe she's in an actual relationship? Maybe it was just a one time thing? It's not like it's any of my business, but I'm just worried... I wish she'd just talk to me.

You shouldn't be afraid to open up again. I promise not everyone will love you with a knife behind their back.

I don't know what to do. I really wanna help her, but I have no idea how, right now. How can I help her if she won't let me in and if she won't even talk to me?

She has Art right now and since I'm obviously her Art teacher she's in my classroom. She's sitting at the back row in her usual seat and I saw her drawing in her sketchbook even though she's supposed to be drawing on something entirely else. Just the little trouble maker she is... "Ms. Y/L/N hand over your sketchbook." I called out to her. She stood up, walked to my desk and handed over her sketchbook to me. She didn't even look at me. "Stay after class okay?" I whispered to her. She just nodded, eyes avoiding mine and walked away.

Class ended and I noticed Y/N already standing up and leaving. "Ms. Y/L/N stay after class!" She's not going to get away this time. She inhaled deeply, her chest noticably rising, before she turned around and walked closer to me. "Sit," I instructed her. After she sat down and put her phone on the desk, screen facing up I said: "Look... I'm really sorry... I should not have done what I did, but I was only trying to help you." I tried looking into her eyes, but she quickly looked away and I sighed. "I shouldn't have made you talk when you weren't comfortable talking to me and I'm really sorry." She sighed, seeming a little annoyed. "It's okay, I'm used to it." Before I could say anything her phone dinged and the screen lit up. She got a message from Blake? Who is that? "Who's Blake?" I asked with a hint of anger in my voice. You need to control yourself Melissa. "It's none of your buisness Ms. Benoist. Exuse me, I gotta go." She stood up and walked away. I let out a breath, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. It's been a long day.

I was walking through the parking lot to my beautiful car, when I saw some guy holding Y/N's wrist while she was looking down, appearing a little frightened. I walked closer with furrowed eyebrows analyzing the scene in front of me as he was telling her something harshly. She didn't dare look into his eyes.

Okay, something's definitely going on.

"Hey Y/N, everything okay?" Right as I said that he let go of her wrist and looked at me. "What do you want?" He asked me coming across as annoyed and irritated before Y/N could even say anything. "I wasn't talking to you." I glared at him. "I'm fine Ms. Benoist." Y/N answered with a shaky voice. "Is she your teacher?" He asked looking at her. She just nodded carefully and played with her fingers, which is a habit of hers, that she does when she's nervous or anxious.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" He asked her while holding her arm and squeezing a little. She clenched her jaw and said: "Yeah sorry, this is Ms. Benoist my Art teacher and this is Blake m-my b-boyfriend." My eyebrows raised at that. She has a boyfriend? Like actually? Are you kidding me? And what's his deal anyway? Judging by the look on her face, she doesn't seem too happy to be near him. I can't help but feel like something's not right about this. About him. I took a mental note of asking her later about him.

"We have to go now, so excuse us." Blake said while opening the car door for Y/N and shoving her inside. I furrowed my eyebrows. Okay... There's definitely something wrong here. Who treats their girlfriend that way? Of course there was a possibility that they got into an argument and that's why he's acting the way he is, but still... You don't aggressively shove somebody into a car like he did just now.

Y/N's POV
We were on our way home, when Blake put his hand on my inner thigh roughly. I clenched my jaw and tried not to do anything stupid that would get me in trouble, because I was already not allowed to do many things, for example I wasn't allowed to go to work or go anywhere else, I always had to go straight home. He didn't want me to make any interaction with anyone. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone other than him, except for times when it was necessary. I wasn't allowed to do pretty much anything except for be with him and go to school.

I gasped when he put his hand higher and I felt tears well up in my eyes. Then he put his hand under my jeans and panties and started rubbing my pussy. "You like that babygirl, huh?" I wanted to fucking throw up. I wanted to open the door of the car, jump out and run away. I wanted to push his hand away, punch him in the face. I wanted to take the wheel and steer us into a gutter. I wanted to do so many things, but I knew I couldn't...

"Y-yes sir." I forced myself to say. I didn't want to make it even worse. By now I was sobbing quietly and wishing for this to end already. When I thought my life couldn't get any worse, the universe proved me wrong.

Pretty much the only reason my dad is making me date Blake is, because he gets money out of it. How fucking amazing is that? You'd think that after years of being my father he wouldn't do such things, but oh well... If there was an award for the worst father, he'd win without a doubt.

We finally arrived home and my dad's car was already parked in our driveway. Just my luck... We walked in, Blake holding me possessively by my waist as my father approached us. "SO, is she treating you well Blake? Is she behaving herself?" My dad asked while looking me up and down, waiting for me to crack. "She sure is, she was a little fucking brat when we started, but now she's finally starting to behave." He smirked at me.

"Well I think she should get a punishment for acting like a brat before." My father said laughing sadistically. "She sure deserves it." Blake added. "B-blake p-please I-I'll behave better next time, just p-please don't do this." I pleaded him already knowing it was useless. It always is...

My whole body was covered in bruises already, there was more purple and blue than the color of my skin. Some of them were turning yellow and green, almost healed, but he'd just put new ones over them. It's like it's a competition for him. How many bruises can Blake plant on Y/N's skin in one evening?

He wasn't stupid though. He made sure every bruise wasn't going to be seen in public, so he always beat me where I would have it covered up by some clothes. Hickeys though, that was a whole different situation. He made sure they would be visible to everyone. He wanted to make sure everyone knew I was taken. That I was his.

I was walking backwards until I hit the wall behind me. Blake punched me in the stomach and I lost my breath for a few seconds. I coughed and wheezed which only encouraged them to go further.

They were taking turns on me while laughing the entire time, until I got to the point where I just couldn't stay awake anymore. I couldn't hold on any longer, the blackness in front of my eyes was calling to me, so I just let it take me. As my eyes closed I saw Ms. Benoist's face in front of me, smiling, looking like a guardian angel and then I remembered... Fuck, I forgot my sketchbook at school!