All Chapters of Teach me, Mr Blackwood: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

_Aurora’s POV_It felt like someone had pulled the rug from beneath me. I stared at Damien with my eyes widened and lips parted. It couldn’t be true. “You’re lying..” I whispered, shaking my head.“You’re a fucking liar.” I didn’t want to believe it was true. I didn’t want to believe Damien had done all that, had used me, just to get back at my father. “Aurora..” Damien took a step towards me with his hand outstretched and I instantly stepped back. “Don’t touch me!” I screamed. My heart pounded in my chest, my hands shaking as I stared.The memories, everything we had done. Was it all a lie?Damien looked hurt by my reaction but I didn’t fucking care. “At first…” he started, and my stomach twisted just from hearing him speak. I think I’m going to throw up. “It started as revenge.” His words shattered something in me, and I shook my head violently. “No,” I whispered. “No.” My voice got louder, my gaze shifting to him. “NO.” I kept replaying everything. From the moment I

_Aurora’s POV_His eyes softened immediately and I knew whatever it was he was about to say didn't matter to me anymore. “Aurora—” he started, but I really wasn’t having it.“No!” I shouted.“You don’t get to say my name.”I was tired. I was so done with them and everything else. His lips pressed into a thin line.“You used me.” I spat out, thr words tasting bitter on my tongue. Every memory flashed through my head, and I wished I could erase it. Our first meeting.The teasing that had happened. Him acting tough. The late nights. The kisses. His arms are around me.The promises.Every single one now felt tainted.He probably said he was getting married just to get rid of me. “You had planned the whole thing from the start and I fell into your trap.”He closed his eyes.~“You knew why my father had sent me.”Silence.“You knew how vulnerable I was.”His silence answered for him and thr tears slipped down my cheeks.I hate how this felt. I hated it so much.It felt like someone ha

If you’ve made it this far, I want to take a moment to step away from the story. Aurora’s pain is fictional, but the feelings behind it are very real for many people. If you’ve ever felt like you’re carrying the weight of the world alone, like the pain will never end, or like everyone would be better off without you, I want you to know something: You are not alone. Your pain is real. Your feelings are valid. But they are not the end of your story. Sometimes life becomes so overwhelming that tomorrow feels impossible. In those moments, please don’t face it alone. Reach out to someone you trust—a friend, a family member, a teacher, a counselor, or another person who cares about you. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself. The world is a better place with you in it, even if you can’t see that right now. Healing isn’t instant. Some days will be harder than others. But hard days don’t last forever, and asking for help is never a sign of weakness. It is one of the bravest

_Aurora’s POV__I woke with a gasp.For one terrifying second, I didn’t know where I was.My chest rose and fell so violently it hurt, each breath scraping against my lungs as though I’d been running for miles.Sweat clung to the back of my neck, dampening the pillow beneath me.The room was dark and quiet. Too quiet to be honest.I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to make sense of the shadows stretching across it.At some point, it looked like someone was standing in a corner. With a gasp, I immediately reached for my phone, turning my flash on.It was just some clothes on a chair. My heart relaxed as reality settled over me.I was in my tiny apartment, lying on my mattress on the floor.I was in America.Not Russia.I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out a breath through my mouth. It had happened again.The dream.No matter how exhausted I was when I fell asleep, it always found me.Every single night.I rolled onto my back and pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes

_Aurora’s POV_The sharp crack echoed through the shop and everyone turned to stare at me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even breathe. Thr scent was everywhere and my chest tightened painfully. Air. I needed air. Why couldn’t I breathe?I sucked in another breath. And it was just the same. Nothing.My lungs refused to cooperate and my heartbeat became unbearable.It was beating way too fast. And it felt like something was wrong, terribly wrong. I was dying.I was dying. The thought took over completely and I stumbled backward again, knocking into a display of sunflowers.Petals scattered across the floor.“Aurora!” Margaret’s voice sounded so far away as though she were underwater. I couldn’t answer her, I tried to force my mouth open but it felt like it was clipped shut as it trembled. The walls were closing in on me and my hands started shaking so violently I couldn’t control them anymore.No.No.Please.Not here.Not in front of people.The customer was saying something,