Innocent Temptation

Two

The entire car ride here, Grandma had been reciting bible verse to me.

I was close to jumping out of this moving car.

Even on the plane, she couldn't stop speaking about how perfect Hartford would be for me.

I had gotten up to get away from her and ended up in the back storage with the hot co-pilot.

"Carter is a friend of mine, he is also the Dean of Hartford. He's aware of your mother and aware of your arrival and that.. thing you have" I roll my eyes and look out the window.

She couldn't even say nymphomania, as if it were poison in her mouth.

"Behave here Honey. God will only forgive those who have sinned and are willing to follow through his path" she speaks placing a copy of her own small bible on my lap.

The sheer black car came to a stop at the prestigious, golden gates. Opening upon our arrival, I took a look at the surroundings of the academy.

The roofs were castle like, two tall buildings surrounded the short one painted white like December snow.

Large pillars in front along with dark black windows shielding the outside eye from the inside. The sophisticated look of the school matched exactly what the magazines had said about this place.

The door opened for me and I was met with a woman with auburn hair and a black portfolio containing my information inside. She scanned me from head to toe carefully before releasing a small "hmph".

Her black pumps were heavy on the concrete floor. Then a man next to her only seemed to stare at me directly, with a burning annoyance at my presence and a smile at Grandma's.

"Carter" she greeted while my bags were being placed on the side of me.

Carter was a tall man, slick back brown hair with a couple of silver strands. Glasses hiding dark, angry eyes and wrinkles decorating his forehead along with the side of his lips.

He wore a cross necklace on his neck, dressed in a Pope like suit. He stepped down and took my Grandmother's hand in his. "Lovely to see you again"

"Carter, Hartford has never looked better" she happily says.

His eyes switched back to me, he stared at me as if he was looking at my mother all over again.

"You even share her eyes" He speaks about my Heterochromia.

"She is my mother" I said sarcastically, eliciting a shameful nod from Grandma and a small smile from Carter.

"You even seemed to inherit her attitude. I think we should continue this conversation in my office" I turn to Grandma before she leaves.

"Your father will be in contact with you. Behave" I respond with nothing, watching the car pull off.

I follow him into the large building, the paintings of God, and yet another large cross in the center of the room.

"Please take a seat Ms Rose" He says as we enter his office and he sits at his desk. I take the seat in front of him as he leans his elbows and crossed hands on the oak wood desk.

"As you know Hartford Academy is made for students like yourself who feel as if tapping into their teenage hormones are more important than their studies. Hartford is an academic boarding school, along with our beliefs to deprive you of what you cannot seem to live without, s****l intercourse. This brings me to our policies" he further on explains.

"We have strict rules when it comes to s****l behavior and relationships between students. It is strictly prohibited, fail to cooperate with these terms and your scholarships as well as your studies here will be terminated" Dean speaks with his hands clasped on the oak wood desk.

Around his late forties but aging did nothing for him, his grey hairs were receding ever so slightly. Wrinkles along his forehead and the sides of his mouth, and hate along his eyes as they land on me.

"We were very aware of your arrival, Miss Rose. We have contact with your father understanding who your mother is and her history here. We will have eyes on you at all times strictly because of your diagnosis and how it can interfere with our set rules" he begins to explain how invested father is in my life here even though he was the one who sent me to the same school my grandmother sent my mother at a younger age.

"We hope you don't make the same mistakes, especially seeing how bright of a student you are" I finally wait to see if those are his closing words before speaking.

"I'll be sure to be on my best behavior, sir" he glares at me as a result of my sarcastic tone.

"Please follow Adeline to your room. Take this as well" he hands me a bible and the cross necklace. I stare at the small white card, a schedule in which to pray for forgiveness for the sins we have committed under the eye of the Lord it states.

I shut the door and follow Adeline into a room which has my bags.

The room was calm, white curtains blowing softly due to the open window allowing the smooth wind to explore the room. The large bed covered in white sheets to match the curtains and the elegant bathroom along with my bags already sitting around and a desk with a small lamp for late night studying days.

"As the assistant to the Headmaster, it is my job to report anything that goes against any of the many terms listed here" she hands me a white packet filled with black ink that I wasn't going to read at all.

"Please note we observe your behavior here to see if you improve" I hate the fact they speak as if their counseling a child right now.

"If you are doing well, we allow weekend visits back home or allow you to travel out in the city. Many of our perks are for the students attending, some control the on campus thrown parties."

"You are not allowed in the opposite s*x room, neither are you allowed to sneak around. You're not allowed to be out past ten, later than that will result in punishment meaning you will lose the perks of privacy and we will have someone at your door to guide you through your time here."

"Follow these simply terms and you're stay here will run smoothly."

"Is that all?" I ask already fed up with this entire place.

"Welcome to Hartford Academy" She exits without another word and I remove my phone from my bag.

The no missing calls scream stares back at me and I toss the phone onto the pillow behind me along with the small book and necklace.

Father has not called since I landed, he wasn't even there to say goodbye as I boarded the plane and I couldn't careless.

He couldn't wait to send me off the way grandma did mother.

Father was close to grandma, they only seemed to share one brain and agreed with everything said about mother.

Back home I was known for my diagnosis and for being my mother's daughter, shamed continuously for something I could not help but instead of crying I try to come to terms with it.

I don't miss the whispers on the streets when I pass by people, the slut-shaming women who glare at me and the men who see me as another disposable body and just another 'c**k hungry w***e' as they would call me until my knee meets there small parts that couldn't satisfy the most s*x deprived person.

I stepped inside of the glass shower, allowing the warm water to rain upon my skin and the scent of vanilla and cocoa filled the room as I lathered the soap along my skin until it was whisked away. Letting the water to soak in my hair, the natural waves of my black hair began to come out as I turned off the shower and stepped out.

If this was my life now.

Behaving was one of the many things, I wasn't going to do.