As I got to school, the way she touched me kept playing in my head and it made me feel nauseated.
Ewwwww!
She was a little over fifty, with grey hair and wrinkled skin. She had two missing teeth and it made her look weird whenever she laughed. When I got to the address, I parked by the driveway and met her in the room. Martha wasn't there, it was a bit awkward at first having to explain who I was but her memory must have been good enough.
"Are you the guy supposed to fvck me? Come here sweetie, I'm Teresa."
My lip twitched that moment, she wasn't only trying hard to appear sexy, she was older than my grandmother wherever she was.
"Yeah. Devin," I replied, avoiding eye contact with her.
She readjusted on the king-sized bed, revealing the lingerie she was wearing. Good lord.
"I saw this reel and I've been dying to try it out since, do you eat ass?"
"Huh?" I scowled unbelievably. I was never going to eat her ass even if she made it 700$.
"I said, do you eat ass? Do you give head?"
"No, I don't," I said bluntly not wanting any more questions. "I'm- uh I'm in a hurry-"
I was trying to recall what she said her name was but I couldn't. "Theresa," she reminded me.
I got her wet by kissing her neck, fingering her, and saying nasty things. Lord knows how hard I tried not to vomit.
There was no way on earth I'd be doing something this awful again.
"Sweetie you're so huge," she complimented wearing back her bra.
I failed to look at her, all I needed was my money and brainwashing.
Received.
*****
My phone buzzed and it was a text from the house owner, he had received my rent payment.
I was lost in my thought that I didn't notice the Literature teacher was here. She was dressed in an ocean blue turtle neck gown. It was a knee-length gown and so her legs were flaunted in a slink back heel. She had her hair styled in the same way Emily styled her hair that night.
At the thought of Emily, I looked around searching for Xavier. I didn't see him in class when I walked in and he wasn't in English class either.
Maybe he was being a jerk and wanted to miss school. It was almost break time and I was starving, I stood up heading to the cafeteria. I took the longer route only because I wanted to pass Emily's class to check up on her.
I took slower steps, tilting my head to the right.
A guy was standing at the front of her desk, leaning against it but Emily wasn't there. I looked back to where Nigel usually sat and he wasn't there either. I quickly grabbed a drink from the bistro and went back to class.
"You all seem to be excited about your project," Mr. Caylord claimed.
Nobody was excited about shit, I had no idea who my team members were even.
During detention, he turned to the empty seat and squinted. "Xavier's parents called, his little sister is feeling a little sick."
"Ough," I howled in an undertone. I knew Emily wasn't alright, not after what occurred. But why did Xavier stay back? Was he her caregiver?
I didn't give much thought to the asshole, Jerk.
"Your detention has been abruptly terminated due to an intercessor pleading."
My jaw clenched, who could that Intercessor be? Good thing it got canceled.
The rest of the day left me in oblivion. As soon as classes ended, I clutched my bag on my shoulder and left. Walking and wondering if I should see Emily, I had absolutely no idea what I was going to tell her if I saw her.
I felt the urge to see her and hold her in my arms but I couldn't risk it. My strides appeared calculated, I knew how many steps more I had to take to get home.
I turned sideways to see headlights turning in my direction. It was an SUV and it was driving towards me. I paused and the driver whined the screen down.
"Hey man, I can give you a lift."
I know this man.
I'm not so bad with guesses and I could guess he was in his late forties. He gave a quick smile gesturing for me to get in the car but I stood still.
Yes! It's Emily's father but the is why should he act like he does not know me? Well, of he wants to act, I feel like I don't know him myself. So let's all imagine I have never seen him him my life.
"No thanks." I blurted.
"Common buddy, I don't bite."
"Still no."
"Not like I'm going to kidnap you or anything. You're muscled and I trust you'd throw your fist at me before I attempt to."
With that, I let out a small laugh.
"Right," I replied and opened the passenger seat.
"So where are you heading?"
"Downtown."
A moment of silence followed as I remained calm observing the stranger's demeanor.
Sure he is a stranger since I am pretending not to know him.
"I'm James," he started, still looking straight. "I asked the principal to end the detention, you know my daughter is so precious to me."
My eyes widened in surprise, was he saying Emily was his daughter?
"Emily is your daughter?"
"Yes, buddy. You know she's a fragile innocent girl uh?"
Indeed.
I nodded in approval. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Devin."
I was still processing the information he gave. After a few minutes, we got to a driveway and I called his attention.
"Uh, I'm good here."
"Oh," he replied and came to a halt.
My house was only a few steps away, I turned to thank him again before flinging open the passenger door.
"Can I get a drink at least?"
I don't trust him one bit.
My eyes furrowed at his request. Was he being a Samaritan to get something in return?
"I'm just thirsty," he completed, reading my facial expression.
"I don't have expensive shxt home," I announced before stepping out.
"That's fine, I just need a drink," I heard him say behind me.
I didn't think it was a good idea to bring a stranger I just met to my house but as he said, I'd throw my fist at him if he attempted anything funny.
I pushed open the door and let him in, his gaze fell on my couch as he nodded and sat. "Happy to disappoint you," I blurted and walked into the kitchen. I came out shortly with a glass of water.
"Here," I handed it to him.
"Thanks but I'll pass."
My eyebrows arched. "Here, this is 1000$," he said tossing some notes to me.
Hell no. Which stranger comes into a person's house for the first time and hands him 1000$?
"Take it, buddy."
"Not if there's no explanation."
"Relax buddy, I know you," he readjusted on my couch. "You're a good guy and I just need you to do a job for me and I'll pay you 1000$ monthly."
"What job?"
"A clean job."