Two

   ELLEN 

    I fiddled with the brooch on my neck with an infinite number of questions on my mind. Moving into the same apartment with the same boy I had tried to evade for several weeks hadn't been part of the plan.

    I took off my blouse, and stood beside the window. My skin was aching to be touched, my whole body needed to feel the burning fire of a man's finger caressing it, and igniting feelings and desire that weren't meant to be quenched.

    I stripped myself to my bare skin, and strolled over to the bathroom with nothing on, but the cold gnawing at my skin. I sunk myself in the bathtub, in an attempt to wash off the dirt of the day.

    I heard the door open, but I was unperturbed. I knew who it was without being told, it was Zach. He was the only person that had the key to the apartment with an exception to me. 

    I could perceive the stench of alcohol from where I was seated in the bathtub. He had managed to find his way to the room, and instead of going over to the bed, he walked over to the bathroom.

    He gazed at me for a few moments, and then he began to strip himself of his clothes. I could see the protrusion in his shorts, and guessed where this was going to end.

    "Out..." He ordered, and I stepped out of the bathtub with my whole body freezing.

    I had been married to Zach long enough to know that a slight delay could earn you a well deserved beating. In order to survive, all I had to do was remain quiet, and be obedient.

    He pushed me towards the bed, and immediately I knew what he wanted me to do. I climbed the bed in terror; I was going to be left in anguish once again. 

    I spread my legs, and turned my face away in disgust as he mounted me. I could barely breathe; the stench of alcohol was choking me to death.

    "Spread 'em wider, or do you need a proper beating to remind you of what's to be done?" He warned, and groaned loudly with each thrust.

    I threw my head away in a struggle for breath. Slowly, tears began to run down my face. I was in agony, but there I laid, obeying each instruction he spat out. 

    He busied himself with taking and taking, until all that was left now was just me, numb and lifeless, waiting for the delayed spurt.

    * * * * *

    DEVAN

    My thoughts raced in all directions as I stood at the window side in anticipation. She had been there a few moments ago, but not only had she been, she had been stark naked. 

    I had been working on her portrait earlier on, when the lights in her apartment had turned on. I hadn't been interested when she had walked into her room.

    But then, she had started undressing, and then my interest had fueled. She had been staring into my eyes like she could see me, although I knew she couldn't. I had managed to turn off the lights, in order not to give my presence away. 

    She was beautiful, and ravishing at the same time. Her bare bosom were pressed against the window, calling out to me, until I could feel the heat from where I stood. 

    My insides were beginning to do the unthinkable. I could feel the hairs on my skin rise, just as they had on the first day I had met her. 

    Her whole form seemed to call out to me. Her being screamed my name, all at the same time. I watched her shut the blinds of the window swiftly, and she was gone again. 

    'What had I done to myself?' I quizzed. I could almost feel my heart flutter in excitement. Something had happened to me. I couldn't tell if it was love, or I had developed a sickness.

    It wasn't just right all the same. An eighteen years old senior wasn't supposed to fall in love with his teacher, not this one especially. However, here I was, deeply in love with my teacher. 

    At dinner I could barely keep my calm, my eyes were shiny, and my unusual happiness was a source of a concern. I hadn't been this much happy since Matt had died.

    "Are you alright?" Mum asked gazing at me with interest.

    "Yea... I totally am." I replied, trying to hide the joy that brewed over the steamer.

    "Devan has a girlfriend now." Robb joked, and the whole table burst out laughing.

    I would have been upset at Robb's statement if I had been in a normal state of mind, but I wasn't. Of course, I wasn't normal at this point, and I was sure of it. I joined the laughter, and for a brief moment I could feel something, maybe love or hate, I couldn't tell.

    I hurried up my meal, and strolled over to the balcony with my camera wound around my neck. A perfect picture of the moon wasn't going to hurt, or so I thought.

    However, there she was, leaning on the bricks of the house with a cigarette stick at the edge of her mouth. She seemed so perfect that I knew at once, that the Moon had to wait.

    I had been staring at her for a long while, but it wasn't still long enough. Her once naked form, had now been covered with a top and baggy trousers.

    She stomped on the cigarette stub, and looked towards where I was seated. I could feel cold run down my spine, as our eyes met.

    She frowned and began to walk over, but soon stopped halfway, and returned to her apartment. She cast a quick glance at me, before going into the building. Her eyes had been cold, so cold that I feared my fate if we were to ever meet again.

    The truth be told, I had fallen head over heels in love with her, and the world was about to know.