Honor Thy Teacher (Honor Series) - By Mummert, Teresa Page 0,42

Her hair was knotted and tangled. Her skin was a pale grey.

“What the fuck did you do?” I could barely speak. My mouth was incredibly dry. I rushed to her side and put my fingers on her neck. At first I felt nothing. I stared at him, his eyes locked onto mine. “Shit”

“What?What?What is it?” He was losing control of himself.

“I think I felt something.” There it was, a dull thump underneath the pads of my fingers.

“She has to go the the hospital.” His hand flew over his mouth than through his hair. I jumped off the bed and to him, backing him against the wall.

“What do you suppose she will say?” I locked eyes with him, hoping he was sober enough to listen. “Where do you think she will say she was? Who she was with?” I knew there was nothing stopping her from implicating Stephen. He was weak and it would take no time at all for him to sing my name like a canary. His hands fell to his sides as he thought about it. He stared off into nothing. I backed a way from him slowly and turned back towards the bed. I brushed the girls hair away from her face and picked up a pillow. She didn’t fight, didn’t move at all. I held it there over her mouth and waited. Unfortunatly, that was the moment Abby decided to check on us. She stood in the door, terrified, and high. Her body pressed tightly against the wood before she slid back out in the darkness. I nodded at Stephen and took off after her.

I closed the gap between us quickly. As she reached her car I was able to grab her wrist and spin her around. Her back was against her door as she stared in shock into my eyes. For the first time she saw nothing staring back at her. I was on a much bigger high than cocaine could have ever taken me on. I was in control.

It wasn’t easy but I was able to convince her that I could help her in exchange for her silence.

I left clues around so that even the most neglectful of parents would be able to figure out I was carrying on an affair with my teacher. My father, predictable as ever took the bait. He offered Abby two million dollars to never see me again. She took it without hesitation. I really had liked Abby.

She kept her word and never told anyone. She disappeared from my life and Stephen and I went on to college. Eventually Abby’s money ran out and her coke addiction only grew. She found me and begged for more. She was a sad, pathetic mess. I wouldn’t give her any more money. Instead, I offered to take care of her if she stayed with me.

It worked for a few months. Her habit had gone down to just getting high once or twice a week. We were finally able to get past everything that had happened. One night she had taked a pregnancy test and it came back positive. We went straight to Vegas and got married and she swore to never do any drugs again.

Three weeks later I found her in the bathroom, wedged between the toilet and the bathtub. She was cold and sweaty and her thighs were smeared with blood.

She couldn’t resist the drugs. I hadn’t seen her since then. Not until today.

I looked at Stephen in his tailored suit and perfectly combed hair. He had left the past where it belongs and become a highly respected mayor.

“She wants two million.” I said as I poured us both a drink. Stephen drank his quickly, gasping as it burned his throat. I motioned for him to join me in the living room. We sat, staring at each other for a few minutes.

“I can help, but…jesus christ..two million?” His face twisted as he tried to come up with a plan. “How can we make her go away?”

The bedroom door squeaked and we both turned around to see a shocked Emma wearing nothing but a t-shirt. She made her way towards the living room, oblivious to our presence. I stood and her eyes caught mine, then went to Stephen’s.

“This is Emma.” I said, giving Stephen a hard look. Emma tugged at her shirt as she turned a beautiful shade of rose. “Emma, this is Mayor Locklin.”

“Pleasure” Stephen said, trying not to stare.

“I’m gonna..” Her voice trailed off in embarrassment. She ducked back into