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Chapter 62: Stand still and don't talk
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I was blasted by memories. Memories of my father when I was a little girl. Six years of my life clicked back into the empty spaces of my head. Making sandcastles on the beach, baking pies, walking the dog, moving house, brushing my teeth with music playing in the background, singing songs in the car, playing in the playground and watching movies on the couch till I fell asleep. All the memories that I made with the man in front of me who still looked exactly the same.I looked at Michael with pain in my eyes. But then other memories surfaced, memories that I made with Alex. Things he had done to me, he had shown me. All lies and deceit.“I'm going to ask you again. Is Alexander Hudson your blood mate?” My father asked me but before my lips opened, a hand snaked around my neck and pulled me backwards. A snarl left Michael but Alex took me back further. A sharp tip touched my side and pierced my dress. A gasp left me and I tried to get away but Alex held me tighter.“One wrong move and
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“Did he touch you?”Damon asked in a whisper. I looked up into his eyes. He waited again for my answer. I hesitated again, giving him an answer.The fire in the fireplace suddenly exploded, raining ash everywhere. Jane screamed and ducked down, protecting her face and body from the heat. Michael turned to the fireplace in alarm but then looked at Damon again with big eyes. Damon still looked at me with his fingers on my face, a stone expression on his face and not fazed by the fire behind him. He stared into my eyes. Michael stepped forward, touching his shoulder. His hand suddenly lit on fire and he let out a scream and released Damon in an instant. “Damon! Control yourself!” Michael shouted, looking around at the spreading flames.“What is happening!?” I asked no one in particular. I didn't think I would get an answer from Damon, he looked far away in his mind.Michael looked dumbfounded for a moment. He looked at me, where his fingers touched my skin and his mouth opened to answer m
My Bloody Teacher Chapter 65: Logan
We heard Logan screaming from the upper floor. I bolted down the stairs towards his pained screams but before I could open the door, Damon grabbed my wrist and held me back. “Tris. You don't want to see this. Don't go in.” He said to me.“You're joking right? Of course I'm going in.” I said stubbornly and I went inside with Jane and Kenna by my side.In the corner, laying flat on his back, lay a screaming Logan. Screams full of pain, terror and agony. “Logan.” I said but he didn't hear us and the screaming continued. Tears sprang into my eyes. Kenna started sobbing and Jane just stared at him with fear.“Logan,” I said again and I walked towards him, ignoring Damon's protests. I knelt beside him and put my hand on his arm. Heat penetrated through his shirt. “He's burning.” I said as a statement but nobody came forward to help. “What can we do?” I asked the group as I turned my head around. Damon, Keddrick and who I thought was Emrys stood by the door, looking at Logan with hooded face
My Bloody Teacher Chapter 1: Introduction
“F*ck it, I'm not going,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror as I took in my frizzy hair, new zit on my forehead and the two new stains that mysteriously appeared on the shirt I was going to wear today. Lie to me by Tate McRae was playing in the background and my head was bopping to the music. Maybe I should just call in sick and try again tomorrow. I scratched the scar on the back of my neck and I frowned as I thought I have no choice but to go today, it's the first day of the second year of university. By not showing up on the first day you won't have a good track record for the rest of the year.I knew my hair was a risk, with wavy hear you never know if the next day will be a good hair day. Of course the hair gods didn't bless me today with shiny, curly and smooth hair even though it sat badass right before going to bed yesterday. While I grabbed the brush to just brush the half-curls out and put it in a bun or pony tail, my phone blared the alarm, signalling the end of my
My Bloody Teacher Chapter 2: First lessons
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My Bloody Teacher Chapter 3: Meeting him
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My Bloody Teacher Chapter 4: Tension
When Mr. Hayes walked past my desk, he slowed down a bit but kept walking. I chose that moment to look outside as if there was something really interesting out there. The scent of cinnamon, the beach and old books washed over me. I frowned at myself, am I that delusional I can actually smell this guy? I didn't turn around to see where he was but Ms Melissa started the class again so I guess he found his spot. “Alright leftovers,' she said with a wink, 'let's move on. The continents that are left are Africa, Asia, South America and Europe, the other continents have 4 people in them and are grouped. There are 2 spots free left in Europe and Africa, Asia and South America are empty.” She said gleefully, like this was the best idea ever to make groups. “We are picking flowers next, write down your favourite from the board!'' She said and wrote down: 1. Tulip (Europe) 2. Protea (Africa) 3. Lotus (Asia) 4. Rose (South America) I was all over the place. I felt eyes burn
My Bloody Teacher Chapter 5: A gift
Once inside, I went to my locker to get books for the next class. I opened my locker and confusion rose inside me. My lips parted in surprise as I looked at the new item in my locker. A single beautiful flower lay on top of my books, the smell filling my nostrils. I carefully picked it up, admiring the beautiful coloured petals. The leaves were orange with a red stripe in the middle, the edges white. “Tris, come, we will be late!” Kenna called me. She looked at me and her eyes zeroed in on the flower. “Wow. Where did you find this?” She asked. “In my locker, but it doesn't have a note or anything attached,” I answered to her, looking around. “That is weirdly super romantic, I wonder who it is from though. Anybody that knows your combination?” Kenna asked and I shook my head no. The hallway was emptying by now, the lessons almost starting. I put the flower back in my locker and grabbed my books, not wanting to be late and determined to figure it out later. The next class was our ment
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