Chapter 13

Megan

My eyes flutter open to a very lightly painted room, and it is not in any way Melanie's room or any room in Melanie's big house. I would know I've slept in all her guests' rooms. The bed I’m in feels so soft; it feels like im sleeping in a cloud. I look around and realise why I feel like I am in a cloud, and that is because the sheets are black satin. This is a man's room. It has to be given there is no personal decoration, and it is plain. I slowly sit up, and a searing pain goes through my head. I let out a low whimper and then try my best to rub away the pain, but it wasn't happening. Hangovers are a bitch.

I swing my legs off the bed and realise I’m still wearing the outfit I wore last night. I breathe a sigh of relief and stand up. My shoes are on the floor. I smile and walk to the door. I try to pull the door open, but it doesn't work. I then look around and realise it is a sliding door. A smirk went across my face, and I slowly opened it to see a blonde guy and a guy with light brown hair. They both turn to look at me, smile and say morning to me. I gulp a little as I don't even know them "Urm...where am I?" I ask.

"Carl," someone calls. The brown-haired guy stands up. "You can," the person stops mid-sentence. "Megan, you're up," the person exclaims, and I know that English accent all too well. I look around and then look down on myself, suddenly feeling a bit exposed. I step back into the bedroom I am in and shut the door as quickly as possible. I rest my back against it.

"Megan," my teacher says, "are you ok?"

"No," I say quietly, but he hears "I urm...who's bedroom is this?" I say, looking around the room.

"Mine," I hear him say. I gulp slightly. I am in my teacher's bedroom and have just woken up in his bed. He's a pervert, no a...his voice interrupted my thoughts. "I slept on the couch," I hear him say.

"Really?" I squeak out

"Yeah, ask one of these two and well, I could lose my job if I did sleep in a bed with you," he states. I mentally slapped myself; of course, I’m so stupid to think he'd risk his whole career over me. "Are you going to come out?" he asks.

"No, I feel a little...exposed," I state as I look down at my dress. It’s not revealing, just more skin-tight and short.

"We aren't going to look at you," he states. "Not that you're ugly," he suddenly says. I smile a little at that. I hear the two men in the living room laughing, too. "Are you okay?" he asks again. "You don't feel ill? Do you?"

"Ill doesn't sum up what I am feeling right now," I say. He stays quiet, and I can’t hear anything. "Urm, is there a bathroom?" I call out to him.

"Yeah, but you'll have to come out of the room to get to the bathroom," he states. I frown and lift my head back "You can get a shower if you want."

"Yeah," I say quickly, "I feel a little grubby," I say and walk over to the mirror to see my makeup had faded and the bruises on my face were more visible. I sigh and look through my clutch for some makeup; all I find is my foundation and mascara. I frown and decide it is my only option and put some on.

"If you open the wardrobe, there should be some towels at the top," I hear him say. I walk over to the wardrobe and open it to see black towels folded neatly onto the top shelf.

"Wow," I say, a little amazed at how organised his wardrobe is. Tyler's is a mess. I’m pretty sure his mom stopped cleaning it because it’s disgusting. I take one of the big towels off the shelf. Walking back to the door, I slowly open it to see him standing looking at me.

"What?" he asks.

"I'm guessing you're like an emo or something?" I ask teasingly.

"No," he says with a frown.

"You have black towels and black bedding, and you have your lips pierced," I pause. "OMG, you have your lip pierced. Is that even allowed on teachers?" I ask, leaning forward a little, and then an image runs through my head.

It is of me and him, and we were making out, like literally making out. His hands were all over me, and my hands were all over him. I step back from him and shut the door quickly. "Oh my god," I say, pressing my back against the door. "Ohmigod, Ohmigod," I repeat as I grip the towel in my hands.

"Are you ok?" he asks.

"No, urm, please stop talking to me," I say nervously. I made out with my teacher, or is that like a dream? No, it wasn't. I can still feel him, his hands around my waist and everything. I close my eyes, and the image comes into my head, and it just repeats over and over.

I take a deep breath, turn and open the door to see him now leaning against his couch, still looking at me. "Urm, where's the bathroom?" I ask. He points to the right, and I tiptoe to the door he points to. "Thank you," I say, walking into the bathroom and locking it.

I run the shower's hot water and open the door, popping my head around. "Could you get me my bag, please?" I ask one of them. The blonde one gets up, walks into Mr

Peter's room, and comes back with my bag. "Thank you," I then shut and lock the door. I take my clothing off and get in the shower. I tilt my head back, let the water run over me, and closed my eyes. The thoughts of the past few days run through my head.

Thursday is the last time I saw my dad, and that night was just like every other night. He beat me and then raped me, but he beat me more, seeing as he found out I’m pregnant. It is for the best, though I don't want a baby ever, and well, if I ever do have one, I don't exactly want it to be with my father.

I haven't cried over what he is doing to me, and I am not going to give him the satisfaction. So I drink instead. I am able to sleep at Melanie's every weekend, and we go out and just get wasted. Melanie doesn't know what he has done to me or Tyler, and I'd rather keep it that way. I am ashamed.