Chapter 12 – Teacher
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Chapter 12 – Teacher
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“Get away from me, you piece of s**t!”
There is not a single weapon that I can use within my range. My beloved baseball bat is currently under my pillow, making it impossible for me to get it.
I should’ve torn it. This could be ruled as self-defense. Killing him, a stalker with a police record, wouldn’t do me much harm. I can’t help but blame myself for letting my guard down this much.
“Ada, stop making it hard for the two of us. Don’t you know that this is a soundproofed room? You should get a good deal when you find this gem…”
Many questions keep popping up in my mind as I listen to John’s narrative. The mystery of my locked door and everything that is happening between us is asking for answers.
“…I enjoyed it all, Ada. Your quirks, how you arrange your things, and most importantly - your child-like body. You should’ve kept your mouth shut when you found my little fun. I meant no harm until you involved the authority…”
I was able to breathe a little when John stopped walking. The little space between us gave me the sense of comfort that I needed.
However, it did not last for long, since John finally erased the smile on his face. This is the first time that I have seen him wearing that kind of expression. It was of wrath and sadness combined.
“…You should’ve stayed as the same obedient woman that I could touch anytime I wanted. It could’ve worked perfectly for us.”
Amazed by his words, I almost dropped my blanket to give John a big slap.
The audacity. Since when did I, a woman, could be subjected to such shame just because of a single man’s desire? My blood almost boiled due to anger as his selfish remarks sunk into me.
It was as if John was trying to rule out the fact that I was a human as well. A human with the same rights as him, except for the truth that we are of different genders.
“Is that all you have to say? You act like a spoiled brat waiting for his mama’s t**s, yet here you are asking another woman to spread her legs for you. Are you already tired of Lucy’s rotten milk?”
Most tenants would mock John with those words. I’ve heard that more than enough to figure out that he is being taunted for mooching off his mother’s wealth.
It was just a product of their jealousy, but seeing that it had an effect on John made me think that there is more to it.
A mother’s complex. John is seeking a female body akin to that of a child while distancing himself from a mature woman. That was pretty sus wherever I looked.
“Stop making me mad, Ada. You don’t have a single clue about how I despise those words.”
Well, now I have. Just looking at John’s reactions made me realize how severe his issue is. I’m not yet sure if this is a valid conclusion, but I could somehow see that John found me as a way to escape his mother’s image.
Too bad for him, since I’m not as understanding as he perceives.
My moves were fast when I decided to run away from John. He can outrun me, I know, but his throbbing wound is a chance that I can’t set aside for long.
This man might be taking his time to at least ease the pain that he is enduring. That was pretty smart for a man with a distorted mind like him.
And since the door is not working, I was left with no choice but to use my window. Luckily, my apartment is only on the second floor. Jumping from this height might give me a few broken bones and that is all.
“Hukh!”
However, John is a lot faster despite his wound. Before I even reached the window, he was able to block my path and grab my throat. The blanket that I was holding fell to the floor, exposing all the parts of my body that I was trying to hide.
It’s not the mild kind of touch that anyone would want to experience. He immediately proceeds to choke me without a single hint of remorse.
“Apologize! Apologize or you will regret saying those words. You don’t know a thing, Ada. I’ve been humiliated more than enough. I better hear your apologies before I snap your neck in two.”
More gasps came from my mouth as I tried to break free from John’s hands. I couldn’t even say a word as he pressed his thumbs even harder than before.
Death smells so near as my arms started to lose force.
Dying in John’s hands makes me feel pathetic, and to think that my life will end while I’m butt naked. There is nothing more shameful than having a foaming mouth while being investigated by the police.
I would surely curse John if he was to leave my body in a ridiculous position.
“Ga- H-Helpp.”
“What the?!...Argh…”
As the light in my eyes started to fade, another existence joined our little fun and struck John directly in the face. My body helplessly dropped down, butt first, on the floor as his hands separated from my neck. I felt a stinging pain as I crawled away from them.
All I could do was catch my breath as I let the two mind their own business.
John is struggling a lot as the other man is a lot bigger than him. He might be fully clothed, yet I could tell that this man is reap from head to toe.
My vision is a little blurred as I grasp for air, but I’m sure that John is getting pummeled while my savior is on top of him. He was unable to do anything as the newcomer’s heavy body pinned him on the ground.
“…Stop! Get away from me!... Please, Stop!”
John was quick to change his tone as his face started to break and blood spurted around them. I’ve been seeing a few of his teeth flying here and there, adding to the goriness of our situation.
In this case, his death would be pretty much guaranteed in the hands of my savior. My rationality and calmness started to go back as my breath stabilized.
And it made me realize the severity of letting this man kill John. He rescued me out of nowhere, and I can’t have him be sent to jail for that heroic reason.
The law wouldn’t be so forgiving to us.
A woman, accidentally killing her molester, is an entirely different scenario compared to a man doing the same to that person after rescuing his damsel in distress.
He will surely suffer repercussions despite the circumstances.
“Enough, please. I’d rather have him in jail. That is more than enough…”
I let my instinct rule over my body and led my feet to their current location. I don’t know what is running in my savior’s mind as he continuously punches the hell out of John.
It is extremely dangerous to get near them, but I was left with no choice as the stranger showed no intention of stopping.
Little by little, I started to approach them and tap the man as lightly as possible. I don’t want to be hit next after I carelessly but in their one-sided scrimmage.
Being hit with that fist of his is the last thing that I wanted to happen after surviving John’s attempted murder.
“…Sir, I beg you, please stop now. This won’t do us any good…”
The man immediately stopped after he felt my touch; however, what I saw next is an image that has been long buried deep in my nightmare.
On top of John, who is now currently caressing my face, is a man that I first met two years ago.
“…Calvin Hager, Sir.”
Calvin Hager, the trainee teacher who was bullied with me, turned out to be my savior.
A tear fell out of my eye as I remembered the horrifying days I suffered with him.
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