Chapter 32: Chapter 32

"Cassandra! Get up or you'd be late for school, young lady!" A woman's voice infiltrated my little room. When I open my eyes, she had already closed the door and sighed on it.

It was a boring Monday morning in my high school life. This is such a pathetic situation. I want to relieve myself from this life and...

"ARE YOU COMING DOWN OR WHAT!?" My mother screams, suddenly appearing from the door crack as I jump and straighten myself out.

"Y-yes! Jeez. Woman you will kill me someday."

"I'll kill you everyday if you don't follow the rules of this house, young lady." She barks back and I sigh again. What a Monday morning.

"Yes maam." Mocking her, I get up to freshen myself up.

I am eighteen years old now, a final year student of high school with straight A's on each of my report cards since seventh grade. I lost track of time for my schedule long ago. I have been having these...

Dreams...

I can't quite explain it. But it involves my English professor Mr Johnson.

This was oddly strange, because every morning I wake up with tears in my eyes and my heart racing like a race car. Even today, I was able to hide my tears from my mother but I still couldn't hide the unbearable amount of sadness that came with it.

It was... painful.

I have to get over this feeling, as soon as possible.

Getting ready for my school, I pick up a hand down sandwich from my cheeky playboy college brother Louis and begin to run down the street to catch the locomotive. Luckily, I was three minutes early and my sandwich happily resting in my stomach. I was contented immediately after I get into the bus where my idiotic best friend Ravine was.

She's an imperfect human being with bad scores but good blowjobs up her sleeve. When all our professors were mostly men, Ravine knew she'd pass her final year of high school with ease. Even the headmaster was sick of her. But I know her story, her present story.

Her household has been abusive to her. We tried reporting them to the management and the police too, but they never gave a damn about her because... what would they get in return? I met her three years back, but she was already corrupted by the men staff in our school.

It wasn't brought to the notice of the police since she was way too underage then, but because we all thought her life will be ruined, we let her stay and the school funds her with everything. Alas, she doesn't live in the school, yet. She still lives with her abusive parents.

I see the bluish purple mark on her thigh and close my eyes, taking a deep breath to stop the tears to coming out.

This has been the worst year for her. Her parents were forcing her to leave school and work at a brothel for them to earn money. I never had the courage to interfere, because her father was an ex-convict and her mother is a brothel house manager.

For middle class people like us in this modern world, we cannot be helped by anyone.

This was her story.

Well... mine was my father left us when mom was pregnant with me. She raised me and my brother to be her little gems, but it all went downhill when brother Louis picked up the habit of nurturing his energy into girls. He brought girls home everyday to bang, I was disgusted back then until I found out why.

"I don't know, Cassie. My body wants it, so I do it. I've soundproofed my room too, right?" He said one day and I gave up on explaining him how mother feels about all his illicit relationships. She gave up too, soon after he turned seventeen.

This was the problems of New York downtown. This was all... common to occur.

"I love you babe." I suddenly say to Ravine, holding her hand that pulled the skirt down because I was staring at her bruise.

"H-huh? Yeah, but don't say that out loud! They'd think we're dating for real." She says, her eyes tearing up too. Honestly, I stopped giving a damn to the entire universe after what I achieved through my epiphany.

This world deserves shit. Only I deserve the best.

I've turned stone cold, freezing cold since then.

But again, we had schools and certificates to complete so I have to keep up with shit.

We reach school in a few minutes, walking hand in hand while I looked like a dead bunny, Ravine looking like a happy bunny on a Monday morning.

We reach the corridor and the bell rings just then.

She adjusts her backpack with torn books from her locker and smiles at me. My back was turned towards the people behind me, Ravine leans against the lockers, sighing.

"I wish life would do us some justice from now babe."

"Wishing the same, Ravine." I say softly.

"Ugh, there he goes." She makes a weird sound which catches the attention of the boys around.

"Professor Johnson is looking hot today with that clean shave! Why won't he just allow anyone to touch him!" She says, whispering the last sentence as he was approaching us.

He passes by us, the corridor as a whole admiring the straight man who was sincere to his job to the core. He wasn't the person to entertain such vile acts of getting service from young girls to improve their marks. He is a respected professor in this campus and everyone who admires him want him in their beds.

Even me.

Although, I know that isn't possible in this lifetime.

As he passes by us, he gives us a nasty glare and keeps walking faster.

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you.

A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right?

Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!