Forgive me father. [ studentbur ]

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[ wilbur pov ]

tap..

tap..

I sit there watching the rain softly hit the window next to me, tapping my pen on the table, matching the rhythm of the raindrops as my conscience wander's elsewhere.

"Wilbur!"
my teacher half yells, eyeing me down as he spits my name, snapping me out of my thoughts .

"y-yes sir?" 
I choke out. fumbling my words as I sit there fiddling with the stitching at the bottom of my sleeves

"are you even fucking listening to me?"

he slams his hands on his table, stands up and proceeds to make his way to my desk

next thing I know his eyes are meeting mine except they are extremely close. too close. his stench of alcohol is almost intoxicating.

I swallow hard trying to focus my vision on anything but him. eventually my eyes meet with the boy sitting next to me, tom, a blond boy who is just a bit shorter than me. i give him a look of my concern but he just cocks his head back at the teacher.

"Wilbur I've almost had enough of you."

fortunately for me I could see right through his lie. I was his best student and I know that. he tells me at lunch. but his glare still scares me. I don't think it will ever not scare me.

"sorry sir I will focus.. I promise" 
I mumble, still fiddling with the stings in my sleeve while trying to avoid his dagger like glare piercing into my face

oh how I lie, I try to focus I truly do. I just cant. not anymore.. at least

"oh whatever."
he growls turning back to his desk only to be interrupted by the lunch bell

I begin to frantically stuff my belongings into my black nike backpack not caring if anything gets damaged in the process. I then zip my bag up, throw it over my shoulder and attempt to depart the classroom along with my classmates.

"Wilbur soot... where do you think you are going"
Mr Marriott half yells

I stop in my tracks, glancing at him as he waves me over with his index finger

I groan loudly. but not loud enough for him to hear, as I stumble awkwardly towards him with a slightly intimidated look on my face

"were you trying to leave?"
he asks with a slight look of disbelief in his eyes as he begins tapping his foot on the tiled floor waiting for my response

"n-no not at all sir. why would i do that?"
I stutter as I swallow my words looking up at him with fear in my eyes

"YOU FUCKING LIAR!"
he yells grabbing my jaw firmly with his right hand thinking about what he's going to do next to me

"i-i'm sorry sir"
I say choking out a sob while trying to release my jaw from his firm grip

he grips it tighter causing me to wince in discomfort and pain

"you know what happens to liars. don't you."
he smirks at me while grazing his thumb over my chapped lips. after some time he finally releases his grip, my hand snakes up to my face as i start to rub my jaw to try and soothe the pain as I watch him lower the window blinds

he turns back to me and grabs my wrist firmly.

"lets settle things at the special place huh"
he smirks and begins to lead me out the classroom, his grip fastening as I bite my lip in discomfort

"please sir"
I whimper in fear as he drags me out the classroom into the corridor

"shut the fuck up Wilbur"

fuck.

there is no way out of this

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a/n
if you are reading this! thank you there is much more i plan on writing for this. so please be patient. but i hope you liked it as like i said, this is my first time trying to write a story

i love you all bye!
-author