I should hate you, but i don't.

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Elyria

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Elyria

"Miss Bennett.." He removes my hand from his chest before taking a step back. "You're confused right now, you don't know what you're doing, you cant touch me like that it's inappropriate."

I turn around so my backs now facing him, trying to blink away the tears due to the small sting i feel in my chest. I feel so embarrassed. I'm an idiot to say the least.

He was right, what was i doing. Nothing can happen even if i wanted it too.

I grab my book and before i walk out the kitchen i say quietly "I'm sorry, i must've got the wrong idea when you kissed my cheek."

And before he can respond i sit on the couch trying to pull myself together for when he finishes dinner.

After a few moments he walks in with two plates, handing me one as he sits down next to me. I put my book down on the coffee table and take a bite. It smelt and tasted amazing.

He's good at cooking i'll give him that.

"This is delicious sir." I smile, not taking my eyes off the plate as i'm still embarrassed. He doesn't reply. I knew he had heard me though as i saw him nod. We stay in silence as we both finish. He washes up and then brings out my school book and a pen.

"Sir?" I ask, confused.

"You need to do the work from this mornings lesson." He's back to being blunt and cold towards me.

I messed up.

"Right." I nod and after that we do some work for the next hour.

-

"Quiz time, just to see if you can remember everything."

"Okay, sir." I put my book down and he closes it so i cant cheat. Before he starts we sit and look at each other for a moment. The eye contact makes my heart skip a beat. He seemed to be so good at it. He liked intimidating me.

"Who did Macbeth kill at the start of the play?"

"King Duncan."

"Who wrote The Iliad?"

"Homer, a greek author."

"The hero Beowulf faces a monster known by what name."

"Grendel."

"The author of Pride And Prejudice?"

For some reason, my mind just stopped working. I've dealt with this problem my whole life, i will know everything and in a second my mind will go blank. Forgetting the most simple things. It's what i hate about my mind. I always end up forgetting the most easiest.

"Who wrote Pride And Prejudice? You should know this, you focused on this last year." I shrug and i felt the anger radiate of him as he glared at me coldly. I shuffle around and fiddle with my skirt as i wait for a response. "God you're stupid. You cant even remember a simple name? Didn't you learn anything last year!"

It was worse then i imagined, he's been mad a few times but this time he yelled in my face and all i could see was hatred in his eyes. He hated me and i felt like i hated him right now. How dare he.

"I hate you." I sneered at him while tears ran down my cheeks.

"You asked for my respect. And i gave it to you. But you don't even deserve it. You deserve nothing from me in fact. You scare me and i hate you so fucking much!" This time, it was me who was yelling at him. I stand up and rip the pages of my book, leaving them on his floor. Before storming out at slamming his door shut.



I've been walking in the rain for what seemed like hours, maybe that's due to the fact I was a little lost

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I've been walking in the rain for what seemed like hours, maybe that's due to the fact I was a little lost. I couldn't stop myself from crying. But now i'm not just crying because of Mr Haye's words. I'm crying because of my family, my past and so much more. Everything that i've been holding in for so long came crashing down and there was nothing i could do to stop it. I stopped walking and just sat on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall as i watched cars pass me. Im glad no one stopped but I do wish that sometimes people would ask how I am. What if i was in major trouble, no one would've tried to help me.


I'm freezing. My hands are shaking while my lips trembling, my eyes are puffy and sore and all i feel like doing is locking myself in my room and not coming out for days.

I put my head on my knees and I wait till i eventually stop crying.

-

"Miss Bennett."

I lifted my head to see Mr Hayes crouched down next to me, also getting soaked in the rain. I turned myself away from him , I can't even look at him without feeling a yank at my heart.  But to my surprise he pulls me into his chest, and wraps his arms around me.

"Sir-" he hugs me tighter and tucks my hair behind my ear. "Shh" I couldn't help but smile while a couple of extra tears rolled down my face again.

He came for me, he felt guilty for what he said and now he's making it right. I didn't think he was capable of putting his pride aside and doing that. But here he was.

I lift my head off his chest and he brushes my tears away while not taking his eyes off mine one. I shouldn't feel like this it's wrong.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean what i said. You tend to forget things sometimes but that doesn't make you stupid. You're actually a really smart girl who has a lot of potential." He smiles a little and tips my chin with his finger, shifting my eyes to meet his. I couldn't help but lay my head back on his chest, just to hug him for a little longer. "I didn't mean what i said either.. i don't hate you."

"You should.. You should hate me Elyria." he says quietly while playing with my wet and tangled hair.

"I know, but i don't. Not yet at least." And for the first time , i hear him let out a small chuckle and i couldn't help but a laugh a little with him.

After a while he stood up while also lifting me up with him and places me on my feet. We take a moment to stare at each other with wide smiles on our faces. I began too shiver again, which he notices "you cold?" he asked as he took off his jacket and wrapped it round me, leaving me speechless.

His drenched shirt is almost see through which exposed his abs and muscles. His hairs messy and his skin is glistening with droplets. It should rain more often, oh my.

"I'll be your tutor."

I shake my head as he pulls me out of my trance. "What?" and he scoffs at the idea of repeating himself. But he does, for me.

"I want to help you Elyria."

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