CHAPTER SIX

A few years back

I walked into the Academic advisor's office and clenched my fingers together as I walked slowly towards his desk. A feeling of fear and worry wrapped around my face as I tried to compose myself. 

Seated with both legs on the table, a large newspaper covering his face was the dramatic Academic advisor. As much as I tried to avoid meeting him in a private place, I just couldn't ignore his meeting this time around.

Stood in front of him as I came to a stop.

"You asked to see me, sir,"

Quickly flapped the papers he was holding, and gave an outrageous look. Bent his face slightly trying to get a clearer look without his glasses. 

"Miss Anderson." He sounded as official and polite as he could ever be. "Have a seat." He said stretching his hand to the seat in front of me. Dropping the papers he held and leaning forward on his chair.

He snorted, "Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about?" 

I was confused, "I don't understand."

He stared at me abruptly. "Your grades are dropping drastically and we've been getting complaints about you not being attentive in class." His countenance was stern, waiting to unleash his anger.

"Those are not true sir," I stammered. "I have been myself and also attentive in class." 

"You can't possibly say that Elah. Not one of two of your lecturers have said this, even your classmates."

"They might be getting it all wrong." Before I could say another word, he brought out my test sheet and carefully waved it before flinging it at me.

Fear gripped my heart like a sharp pain. I slowly picked up the sheet which landed on the floor. My gaze fixed as if I had seen a ghost. Tears began to fill my eyes. 

"What would you say about that?" His words now firm with pieces of anger in them

I tried to find an explanation, but it seems as though words have failed me. I was blank, gradually drowning in my tears and failure which looked strange to me. 

Even though I could still see him talk, yelling at me and banging the desk, I could barely hear a word. He suddenly began to appear blurred and all I could hear at that time were echoes of my present state. 

Not until there was a loud knock on the door, that I was brought back to reality.  

"Is everything okay sir?" A voice from outside yelled. His voice had been so loud that everyone thought he was in a fight. 

He wrapped his hands around his face and sighed. "Yes." He said, clenching his lips against his teeth. 

"I'm sorry." 

"I'm sorry, will not change your grade, neither will it keep you on the scholarship list. You cannot keep acting this way if you truly want to be a graduate of this school."

With that, I knew he was only trying to remind me that I was from a low and wretched background, my Dad could barely afford a textbook talk more than paying a medical school fee. I nodded and stood up to leave.

"Wait Elah." He walked towards me, his gaze seductively fixed on my boobs. "You know you can always count on me if you need anything." This time around, he was almost leaning towards me, slowly walking his fingers around my ears as he made way for my lips.

Slowly walked backwards till I came to a halt leaning on his door. 

"B…but…"

"Shhhh," his fingers against my lips. "All you need to do is give me hot sex, make me scream your name while you're on top of me." His hands were already in my breast, squeezing and fondling my nipples. I could barely breathe as his lips were firmly against mine. I could feel between my legs his hard dick caressing and trying to find its way into me as though we were naked. 

I suddenly pushed him with every strength I had in me. He stared at me and I could see the intensity of his urge, begging to be satisfied. As he made his way toward me, I picked up a statue beside me and raised it. 

"I swear, I would hit you so hard that you would never recall who you are if at all you survive." Tears already rolling down my cheeks. 

"Elah, calm down, and let's talk this out. I bet you enjoyed the little session we just had." 

"No!" I screamed. "I would never do such a thing with you." 

He saw the fierceness and boldness in my voice and knew I wasn't going to give in.

"Then, be ready to leave this school because I would make sure you never graduate." 

"His words sliced through my heart. I was enveloped in fear. "I'm sorry, but you'll fail this time." 

He came running towards me and I immediately dropped the statue I was holding and ran out.

Immediately I stepped out, I bumped into Charles. He had his eyes running through my body and came to a stop on my breast. 

"Are you okay?" 

I quickly cleaned my tears and tried to button up my shirt when I noticed that the buttons were gone. 

I angrily squeezed my shirt closing up the opening it created, revealing my cleavage.

"Ye..yes, I am." I stammered. Rushed out, running as the air swept the flood of tears to the back of my ears. 

I came to a stop at the basketball court, sat on the floor, and wept bitterly. 

Engrossed in thought, overwhelmed by the heartbreaking debt my family was in. The constant humiliation from the hospital, landlord, and debtors. I struggled with the thought of running away. 

"Father mustn't know about my poor performance in school," I whispered to myself.

I was the only hope he and my brother had. The reason for his existence. My dream of becoming a medical doctor and properly taking care of my brother while we gradually paid off the debt was all I needed to do to bring back the joy and happiness we'd lost. 

Just when I was about to return to class, someone tapped me and immediately I turned, I was engrossed in shock.