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I stay silent, avoiding Jordan’s questioning gaze. I smile politely out of habit and take the papers he hands me. “Thank you.”
“When do you start?” he asks, his smile slimy.
I think about it for a minute, knowing I start later than other students since I had to register with a new therapist. “I think next Wednesday.”
“I’ll look forward to seeing you.”
I lower my head, biting my lip.
“Um, okay, we’ll let you get back to your work. I just wanted to show her where her classes will be.”
“It’s fine. I’m always happy to be interrupted by two pretty ladies.”
I watch Jordan’s expression turn from relaxed and happy, to a little taken aback.
“Okay, well… bye,” Jordan drawls slowly, and I turn, ready to get the hell out of here.
“Bye, and see you soon, Emma,” he calls out.
I glance over my shoulder, finding him watching my arse, and flinch.
Pervert.
Having him as a teacher is going to be a bad idea. I can already feel it.
CHAPTER THREE
I wake up screaming, my nightmare holding me in its clutches. Instead of Darren’s face attacking me in my dreams, I see Mr. Flint, my new teacher.
I sit up, wiping my sweaty, clinging hair from my face. I run a hand over my face before looking up and surveying my new room.
It still saddens me there’s no trace of my sister here. Only me. She was a girly girl, and I’m just a plain Jane. We were two different souls, but we were best friends.
And now she’s gone.
Having the nightmare still fresh in my mind, I think back to my attack. I still don’t remember much, only parts, and even then, they are blurred.
When they arrested Darren, he was charged with assault and attempted rape. He admitted to the assault, but said he had no intention of raping me, so he wasn’t sentenced for it. I don’t know what his intentions were. All I know is, that night I was afraid for my life. I thought I was going to die, and at one point, I woke up wishing I had.
When Banner found me, my dress had been torn off and Darren was on top of me. If he hadn’t of come, I dread to think what would have happened. I was in hospital for a week, recovering from broken bones and lacerations to my face.
Shit. Banner.
I jump from my bed, flinging my drawers open and grabbing the first items I find, before heading to the bathroom.
I promised Banner we could meet up and go for breakfast. He knows about my issues and has never tried to push me to do something I didn’t want to. When he sensed my reluctance, he calmed me down and promised me the place was quiet, that only the factory workers eat there.
I rush through my shower, nearly forgetting to wash out my conditioner. I’ve barely finished drying my hair when the door knocks. Sighing, I look in the mirror, wishing I could do something to cover up the dark circles under my eyes. Banner has seen me at my worst, so I know it doesn’t faze him. I just want him to see me differently now.
I’ve been in love with him for a while, my feelings so strong it hurts to deny them. He’s only ever been the best to me, but over time, over chats and space apart, my feelings for him grew. I just wish he felt the same way about me, but sometimes I wonder if he sticks with me because he feels sorry for me.
I run to the door, taking one last deep breath before opening it, pasting on a bright smile. “Hey, I’ve missed you.”
He beams at me, stepping inside the flat and lifting me in one fell swoop. He spins us round and I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Yes, I’ve definitely missed this—missed him.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I hated that you were so far away.”
