The teacher of nothing, p.19
The Teacher of Nothing, page 19
The shower water is hot and eases some of the tension in my neck and shoulders. Memories of this afternoon when I had her bent over my desk at school flood my mind and thicken my cock. I soap up my hand and stroke myself, imagining it’s her body instead. Thrusting my hips, I fuck my fist with an aggression I’d never use with Willa.
It’s brutal and punishing.
Recalling the breathy moans she made earlier, I’m finally sent over the edge. I come hard with my girl’s name on my lips.
God, I need her.
I won’t allow some little shit to threaten me from seeing her.
Once I’m clean, I dry off and dress. I opt for a pair of gray sweatpants and a Park Mountain High School hoodie. Rather than mess with fixing my hair, I quickly run my fingers through it before throwing on some socks and shoes. By the time I make it back to the kitchen, I’ve effectively wasted nearly an hour.
Won’t be much longer until I have Willa in my arms.
My phone buzzes on the countertop. I pick it up to see several missed calls from Jude. He also sent some texts.
Jude: Call me.
Jude: You seriously made me stop what I was doing to serve you and now you can’t be bothered to answer your phone?
Jude: Whatever, man. Here. This should pique your interest.
I pull up the screenshot he’s sent. It’s an email from Darren Paulson to an employee at Park Mountain Lodge.
Jude: I can see you’re reading my messages…
He sends another screenshot.
And another.
Holy shit.
Me: This is big. Really fucking big.
Jude: You doubted my abilities?
My brother is a finance genius, but it’s his ability to find damning information out on anyone that’s his most useful talent.
Me: Never. I have to take this to the authorities.
Jude: I’m assuming they have something on you?
Me: Video proof of me fucking my student. At school. Darren’s kid, Levi, showed it to me this afternoon.
Jude: Dirty, kinky bastard.
Me: I love her. She’s not some itch to be scratched. She’s fucking everything to me. I can’t lose her.
The dots move and then stop. Finally, he responds.
Jude: I’ve got your back, Cal. We’ll bury these fuckers so deep they’ll never climb out by the time we’re done with them.
I let his assurance wash over me.
He’s right.
We’re motherfucking Parks.
Parks always prevail. It’s why half this damn town is named after us.
Levi can fuck all the way off.
I’m getting the girl whether he likes it or not.
Willa
It can’t get dark fast enough for me. I’m dying to sneak out and go to Callum’s. Today, at school, our reconciliation was everything to me. Hearing his apology and then feeling him inside of me healed the cracks in my heart.
I quickly toss clothes into an overnight bag, though I don’t anticipate I’ll wear much of them. The thought is silly, but it makes me smile.
Thankfully, Levi hasn’t made it home yet. I’d briefly seen my mother and Darren as they breezed out of the house earlier. Mom still hovers, though not like she did right after what Levi did to me. As much as I want to cling onto her and keep her near me at all times, it’s unrealistic. Not to mention, Darren certainly won’t allow it.
I’ll never understand the hold he has on my mother. She’s always been a strong, independent woman. When she started seeing Darren, I slowly watched her life drain away until she was a shell of herself. The pills, though admittedly less in the past couple of weeks, seemed to be her escape from his stifling control. Problem was, by escaping, she left me all alone.
I busy myself with packing the rest of my things I’ll need for the weekend and then sit on the end of the bed. I’m anxious and excited. I could probably go ahead and leave, but I’d die if Levi saw me walking to Callum’s. It’s safest to wait in my room until Callum comes for me.
Not going insane until he shows up is going to be a problem, though.
Swiping my phone, I scroll through my messages to the last one Gemma sent. Things have been awkward since the party when I basically ghosted her after. Then, I’d gone back to school, pretending I was the same girl I was before I’d started seeing Callum.
Friendless. Quiet. Meant to blend in.
I avoided everyone.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I debate if I should text Gemma. I really liked her and me shutting her out because of her brother wasn’t fair. But now that so much time has passed, I feel stupid reaching out to her. Biting the bullet, I fire out a text before I can change my mind.
Me: Sorry for the past couple of weeks. Been kind of depressed. I didn’t intend on hurting you.
She replies back immediately.
Gemma: Want to talk about it?
Me: It was a lot of things. My family, getting pulled in by the cops, and then breaking up with my boyfriend.
Gemma: I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend. Do I know him? Tell me it wasn’t my brother. Ick. Dempsey is a manwhore and you’re better off not dating him.
I can’t help but grin. I’ve been an idiot for not texting her sooner. She’s obviously a good friend and deserves to be treated that way.
Me: Not Dempsey. Or Spencer. We got back together, though. He’s older than me. People wouldn’t approve. Did you get in trouble that night?
Gemma: Older? Do you call him Daddy?
Giggling, I tap out a few eye roll emojis, even if the thought does give me butterflies in my stomach. I might tease Callum about it later.
Me: Ha. No, perv. And you never answered my question.
Gemma: I stayed at Spencer’s. Dad knows some kids were involved but he assumed it was Dempsey. We never told him it was me too.
Me: I miss you.
Gemma: I miss you too. Want to come over this weekend to hang out?
Me: I have plans with my boyfriend, but maybe I could escape for a little while.
Gemma: Do I know him?
Me: I shouldn’t say.
Gemma: You know I won’t say anything to anyone!
Guilt twists in my gut. Of all people, Gemma wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt her brother. Maybe it’s safe to tell her. Eventually, people will find out, especially after the school year is over. If she finds out then, she’ll be hurt.
Me: You can’t tell a soul….for reasons.
Gemma: I’m intrigued. Is he married?
Me: No. But…you know him.
The dots move and stop.
Gemma: It’s not Spencer or Dempsey?
Gemma: Oh. My. God.
Me: What?
Gemma: Is he a teacher at our school?
Me: Yes.
Gemma: I knew it! I could tell something was off with the way he looked at you. You slut, you’re fucking my brother!
I can’t tell if she’s angry or shocked, so I chew on my bottom lip, wondering how I’ll reply. Luckily, she’s already texting again.
Gemma: He could get in serious trouble for this.
Me: I know. It’s why you can’t tell a soul.
Gemma: I can’t process this. This is craziness.
Me: I love him.
Gemma: It’s about time he found someone to love him. How do you put up with his grouchy attitude? If that’s some weird kind of kink…ewwww.
Me: Don’t kink shame me! LOL!
She then proceeds to send me GIF after GIF of Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street. It makes me laugh. Texting with Gemma certainly helps the time pass. I’m about to reply when I hear a thud at my bedroom door.
The nightstand is pushed in front of the door—a habit I never fail to do—and blocks Levi from entering. I jump to my feet, glowering at the door.
“Willa, let me in.”
His voice sends chills running down my spine.
“Leave me alone,” I bite out. “Leave or I’ll call the cops.”
He laughs. “I live here, stupid. What are they going to do?”
Though he’s right, I don’t feel any better. I dial Callum’s number, but he doesn’t answer. I’m in the middle of typing out a text when Levi kicks the door hard. I cry out in surprise, nearly dropping my phone.
“I just want to talk to you,” Levi growls. “Let me in or I’ll come through the window like your boyfriend does.”
My heart stutters to a stop inside my chest. He knows about Callum? Oh God. This is bad. This is really bad.
“It’s locked,” I lie. “And I don’t have a boyfriend.” Another lie.
Silence.
Panic swells up inside me. I stumble over my own feet as I race to the window. As soon as I reach it, a shadow appears. I wish it were Callum, but the terrible feeling in my gut tells me it’s not. Levi presses his forehead to the glass and his lips curl into a sinister grin.
“Let me in.” His fingers drum on the glass in a slow, taunting way that has every hair on my arms standing on end.
“N-No.” I try to keep my eye on Levi, who’s thankfully safely locked out, as I also text Callum.
Me: Please hurry. Levi’s trying to get into my room and he’s scaring me.
“Who are you texting?” Levi barks out. “Me and Mr. Park came to an agreement about you. He won’t be saving you.”
I snap my head up and gape at him. “What?”
His evil grin is back. “I know you fucked him at school today.”
Bile creeps up my throat. How could he possibly know this? And of all people to find out, why him? He’s the one person who can use it against me in the worst possible way. The only person who would want to.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tear my stare from him to send Callum another text.
Me: He knows. I don’t know how, but he knows. I’m so sorry, Callum. I don’t know what he’ll do with this information.
Bang!
I cry out in surprise. Levi’s fist remains resting against the window beside his face. He hit it hard enough I’m genuinely shocked it didn’t break. Darren will kill him if he breaks the window.
“You’re going to let me into this room or I’m going to the cops. I’ll tell them what a perv your teacher is.” He sneers at me. “Your choice. Let me in and I’ll keep it quiet.”
At what cost?
I don’t trust this monster a bit.
Still no response from Callum. I’m half-tempted to text Gemma, but I don’t need her getting involved. What if Levi hurts her? I’d never be able to live with myself.
“I’m going to tell Darren and Mom what you’re doing,” I threaten. “They’ll come back and Darren will be pissed at you.”
Levi’s nostrils flare. I know I’ve struck a nerve. Darren isn’t a good stepfather by any stretch, but he’s also a shitty dad to Levi. He knows if Darren comes back, it won’t be pretty.
“Text him and I’ll go straight to the cops.” Levi tilts his head and narrows his eyes. “How long do you think it’ll take for them to arrest him?”
“I’m eighteen,” I shout. “They can’t do anything to him.”
“Rumor has it,” Levi growls, “is he’s been fucking you long before that magical age.”
It’s a lie, obviously, but one that would be difficult to prove. Still, I have to take my chances. It’s better than letting Levi try to blackmail me. I start typing out a text to Mom.
“Stop!” Levi barks out, slamming his fist again on the windowpane.
Me: Levi’s scaring me—
I don’t get to finish my text because glass shatters. Levi has rammed his fist through one of the panes and is now reaching through it. All I can do is stare in stunned silence as he unlocks the window. Shards of glass scrape along his bicep, tearing through his shirt and drawing blood.
Move, Willa.
Run!
I bolt toward my bedroom door and grab hold of the nightstand. Sounds of the window opening and shoes crunching glass on the carpet can be heard behind me, but I don’t pause to look back. As soon as I move the nightstand out of the way, I fling the bedroom door open and dart into the hallway. I don’t make it very far before I’m grabbed by two powerful arms.
“Ahh!” I shriek. “Let go!”
He’s proven time and time again that he’s stronger than me. This time is no different. All too easily, he manhandles me back into my bedroom. At first, I’m pissed and my blood boils with rage.
Until he tosses me onto the bed.
I don’t get a chance to scrabble away. He pounces on me, pinning my arms against the mattress and settling his body against mine. Terror claws its way up my throat and my eyes prickle with tears.
“You know, Willa,” Levi croons, dipping his face close to mine so that his breath tickles over my flesh. “I can make this all go away.”
I don’t chase the bait, choosing instead to glower at him.
“All you have to do,” he continues, “is give in to us.”
“There is no us,” I spit out.
He shoves my wrists above my head, capturing both of them with one of his large hands. Then, he uses his free one to tease his fingers along the side of my face. I shudder at his touch. He continues to roam his hand down until he reaches one of my breasts. A tearful sob escapes me when he roughly squeezes it.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” His voice is low and his eyes are glazed over. “Since I met you, Willa. I got a boner that day at the idea I’d have you in my house all the time. It felt like fate.”
He’s delusional.
Completely insane.
“Fate?” I hiss, spittle flying from my lips. “Not fate. Hate. I hate you, Levi. I always have. I’m not your property just because your dad moved us into your house.”
He grabs hold of my shirt and starts yanking it up my body, exposing my bra. I squirm and wriggle to no avail. Everything goes dark for a moment as he drags the shirt over my head, leaving it at my arms. His smile is vicious and cruel.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he murmurs. “No one’s stopping me and you’re right beneath me where you belong.”
Seconds crawl by like endless eternities.
I stare at the open window, wondering if Callum will ever show up. Levi follows my gaze to the window and shakes his head.
“He chose his career and family name over you, Willa. I showed him the video. I’m sorry, but your boyfriend chose to protect himself. No one is coming.” He grinds his hard dick against me. “It’s just the two of us now. Always.”
No one’s coming for me.
I burst into tears and try not to puke when Levi starts kissing them away.
Callum
Darren Paulson is dirty as fuck. I knew he was a slimy piece of shit the day he came into the principal’s office when his rotten son had pictures of Willa. He just gave off a vibe. But seeing actual proof is something entirely different.
He’s a snake.
The documentation Jude dug up was plentiful and keeps coming as he unearths it. We’ll never be able to use it in court, considering the means we obtained them, but it’ll be enough to open up an investigation.
“What can you do about it?” I ask Sloane, drumming my fingers on the edge of her desk.
She purses her lips and studies her computer monitor. “I mean, there’s enough here from this ‘anonymous’ tip to get a warrant. He’s not some rando messing with another rando. Paulson is an esteemed attorney going out of his way to sway an election by conspiring to damage your family reputation.”
The Park Mountain police station is quiet this evening aside from a couple cops barking out laughter from somewhere within the building. Sloane continues to click through the documents sent to her from Jude via an encrypted email claiming to be anonymous.
A creak resounds from the station’s front door and then footsteps squeak across the linoleum floor. Hugo rounds the corner wearing a scowl.
“Well?” he asks, gaze darting between the two of us.
“It’s big,” Sloane says with a tired sigh. “What did you guys do to piss him off?”
Knowing our family, the list is probably endless. We Parks are always raining on someone’s parade.
When Hugo starts interrogating Sloan about her information, I pull my phone from my pocket to let Willa know I might be later than expected. Several texts sit unread.
Willa: Please hurry. Levi’s trying to get into my room and he’s scaring me.
Seconds later, I see she’s sent another one.
Willa: He knows. I don’t know how, but he knows. I’m so sorry, Callum. I don’t know what he’ll do with this information.
All the blood in my veins turns to sludge and then ices over. It’s been several minutes since she texted. If that bastard got into her room…
“I have to go,” I bark out, flying out of my seat. “Call me if anything else comes up.”
Hugo scowls at me, but I don’t have seconds to waste on an explanation. On the way to the car, I text both Dempsey and Spencer in a group chat.
Me: Meet me at Willa’s. Now.
Before I reach my vehicle, they’ve both responded.
Dempsey: Is she hurt????
Spencer: Why are we meeting at Willa’s?
Me: Just do it!
I fling open the car door and hop inside. My phone buzzes with more texts.
Spencer: On our way.
Dempsey: Are you fucking her???
I send a thumb emoji. They can sort it out themselves on who I was talking to. For the record, it was both. Peeling out of the police station parking lot, I haul ass toward her house. As I near our road, Spencer’s midnight-black BMW 8 Series darts out in front of traffic, causing a few vehicles to honk and swerve.
Crazy little shit.
I’m thankful they’re not wasting any time, though. Spencer drives like he’s training for NASCAR and barrels down the road ahead of me. My heart is beating out of my chest. Worry strangles my throat to the point I can’t breathe. I push the button to the window, inhaling the cold air as it whips at my face. The drive to Willa’s doesn’t take long and when we’re in front of her house, the three of us bolt toward her open window.
