Free Teacher's Pet by C. E. Starkweather

Amber, and it was all my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have known that he was capable of murder.
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    I managed to crawl to the shower and stood under the stream until it ran cold. I was terrified of David coming back into the room. I knew he was furious with me. I eventually grew tired, climbed under the covers and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to David climbing on top of me.
    "Still want to be saved?" He muttered.
    I shook my head furiously. "David, I'm sorry."
    He grabbed me by the throat. "Shut the fuck up."
    I gasped for air as he shoved himself inside me. He let go of my throat and held my head down.
    "Look at me."
    "Oh God, stop!" I cried.
    "Look at me," he growled.
    I looked into his eyes and saw pure evil.
    "You're nothing but a worthless whore," he grunted, slamming into me. "You belong to me. Nobody is going to save you. Nobody."
    I cried as he raped me. After he finished he rolled off me and fell asleep. I laid in bed sobbing quietly and decided that if I couldn't find a way out, I would find a way to kill myself. Even death had to be better than this.
    I woke up on Saturday morning to David on top of me again. I tried to push him off of me but it was useless. He raped me while forcing me to look into his eyes. Every time I tried to turn my head he grabbed it and held it straight. I would never forget his hateful look.
    He raped me repeatedly through the weekend. I knew he was punishing me for calling for help. The love for me in his eyes had been replaced by hatred. There was no way to talk myself out of this. I knew he was going to kill me. It was just a question of when. I only hoped that when the time came he made it quick.
    Monday came and he left for work. He completely ignored me as he left. I hadn't eaten for a few days, but that was ok. I wondered how long it took to starve to death. My thoughts were interrupted by a scraping sound.
    What the hell was going on? David was supposed to be at work. I realized with growing horror that he had come home to kill me. I sat on the bed and cried.
    I love you, mom. I love you too, daddy. Please don't be too sad without me.
    I laid down, starting at the ceiling, resigned to my fate.
    The door unlocked and swung open. "Oh my god. Jadia!"
    I sprang up to see Alex rushing toward me.
    "Alex!" I screamed. "Help me! Get me out of here!"
    "Holy shit. You're actually here. What did that sick bastard do to you?" He asked, his eyes flashing with anger.
    "It doesn't matter, Alex. Just get me out of here." I looked at the clock. 2:30. "He'll be home any minute. We need to go!"
    He looked me up and down, as if noticing me for the first time. His eyes filled with tears when he saw what I was wearing. "He raped you, didn't he?"
    "Alex, we need to go."
    He shook his head. "No. I'm going to rip his fucking head off. I'll kill him."
    "No, Alex. He's dangerous. He...He killed Amber," I said, sobbing. Saying it out loud made it much more real.
    Alex froze. "What? Amber's dead?"
    "Yes! Alex, I'm begging you. Call the police and take me out of here. Please."
    He nodded. "Ok. Can you walk?"
    "Yes. Come on."
    Stepping outside for the first time in over a week was surreal. The sun hit me on the face and the freedom I felt was indescribable. I slid into Alex's car as he put his coat around my shoulders. My outfit today was a lime green lacy thong with a matching see thru lace bra. I was grateful for the coat. As Alex pulled out of the driveway, I sobbed in relief. He called the police on the way to the hospital.
    "How did you know where I was?" I asked.
    "I didn't know," he responded. "It was just a hunch. I couldn't figure out why Mr. Hayes hated me so much. I talked to him last week, and when I mentioned that you were missing he got angry. Then I thought that maybe he wasn't angry that I said you were missing. Maybe he was angry that I said you were my girlfriend. Then today in English Lucy Hall asked me if I had heard anything