Nicer when she’s around
Warning: Topics in this may be triggering. Triggers such as r*pe, s*icidal thoughts, murder, and others are mentioned.
The ginger haired woman was cleaning off her desk when a student of hers came up to her to ask a question.
“Miss Whittle, I wanted to know if you could help me out with this problem for the homework. I can’t seem to figure it out, so I thought to ask you.”
The young student looked hopeful when she gave him a soft smile.
“Of course! I’m glad you came to me. Which one is it?” She questioned the young teen.
He pointed out the seventh question, one of the hardest ones on the paper. Hestia knew that she would get a question or two about it.
She hummed, “Ah, that one. Well, for the story you need to find the three clues that lead up to this. I’m sure if you just so happen to look at the two pages before it there might be an answer.”
She smiled cheekily, knowing she practically gave him the answer. He was a good student who had good grades and always paid attention, it was okay to give a hint once and a while.
“Ooh! Thank you, Miss Whittle!” He gushed.
A happy student meant a happy teacher.
She smiled and waved as he ran out the door to his waiting friends. Turning around to gather her things, the green eyed teacher grabbed her bag and some binders.
Once she had left the classroom, she made her way out of the school.
“Hestia!” A familiar voice shouted right before she got to the door.
It was the P.E. teacher, Mr. Derek. She really didn’t like him. She’d seen him try and make a few advances on the young girls that were students at the school.
Don’t worry, she reported him, but since sports were such a big thing for the school, they had just said, “We can’t afford to loose a good asset like him. I’m sure it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.”
So, he was still here, unfortunately.
“Yes, Mr. Derek?” She irked. She still faced away from him, hoping this would be quick.
“Awww, you know you can call me Brian!” He neared her.
When he reached her side he slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a disgusting side hug.
“What do you need, Mr. Derek?”
“Ouch, harsh. Anyways, I need help getting into the janitors closet since I don’t have a key to it. I know you do, so I thought I’d get you before you left.”
Hestia sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Why now? Why right before she finally got to go home and sleep?
“I’ll open the closet, but then I have to go, okay?” She turned to look at him.
A goofy smirk was resting on his face as his eyes narrowed.
“Perfect.”
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It was about a minutes walk across the school to get to the closet he wanted. It didn’t seem to be locked though. Maybe he went to the wrong one?
“Mr. Derek, this one isn’t lo-” Hestia yelped as she was pushed inside and the door was locked when the older man entered behind her.
When she tried to get up hands held her down and pushed her around. She yelped and screamed for anyone to hear her.
Not like this, not like this.
She didn’t want to die like this.
“Please, don’t k-kill me!” She shouted over their laughter.
How many were in there? It was a fairly small closet.
Mr. Derek laughed the loudest of them all.
“Oh, dear Hestia. We won’t kill you! We all just want to have some fun!” His laughter continued.
Oh no.
This was a fate worse than death, wasn’t it?
Maybe she’d kill herself after it. It’d be better than living with something as retched as this.
Hestia struggled against the hands holding her and undressing her. Her bad was thrown to the side.
The bag that held her pocket knife.
She had a pocket knife!
She could...
No, that’d be bad.
But this would be worse.
Kill them.
Or.
Kill yourself.
Both seemed tempting at this moment.
The ginger haired woman kicked and bit the clawing arms. The only hand that held her left arm was bit so hard it bled.
That same arm was close enough to reach the bag.
It was over in a flash.
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The police sirens were the thing that alerted Hestia that she was still alive.
An ambulance took her away, she was only half conscious.
The court declared her guilty.
She went to prison.
Prison was boring until Cathy came. Cathy was like a new lifeline for the young woman.
She would be kind and flirt with her. It was sweet. She would protect her if anyone came up to her and tried bother her. Sometimes she wouldn’t even let people talk to her. It was nice though.
She was able to sleep a lot. That was nice. Sleeping was nice.
Dreaming was nice.
Everything seemed to be a lot nicer when Cathy was around.
