Please Teacher

This is the story of a regular teenage guy. I have a past like anybody else. A dark and sad one yes but who else doesn't. I would prefer not to speak of it not just quite yet. Other then the fact that my father hates me. Nope not yet you will not know why just wait. Soon it will all unravel.

"Elliot!"

My father yells as he kicks my bed to wake me. I open my eyes quickly and hop out of bed standing firm in my boxer and answer.

"Yes sir?"

My father looks as if he's getting over a hangover. He looks at me with disgust and answered with a scowl on his face.

"Your going to be late for the damn bus. So I suggest that you get your ass ready. Before you miss it or your sorry useless ass can walk."

With his voice raised not quite talking or yelling at me. He turns to leave my bedroom. Before he does he desides to talk to me without looking directly at me and says.

"No matter how hard you try it won't work your still a peace of shit."

With that being said he leaves my room. Leaving me hating myself a little bit more. I don't know how to make things better. It's just gotten worse my dad he hates me. I'm so pissed that I can't change a thing. I just wish I could have been stronger.

Holding back tears I unclenched my fists and shake my negative thoughts away.

I let my messy light brown hair remain messy. I got dressed quickly I put on a black tshirt and some blue jeans with black hitops. I grabbed my backpack walked out my bedroom closing the door behind me.

I turned towards the stairs but before going down them I noticed that our family picture that was on the wall wasn't there anymore.

Okay now I'm really pissed!

I walked down the stairs and noticed my dad was in the kitchen setting at the liand getting done with pouring himself some whiskey into a small clear glass.

He's drinking again!!

"Dad?"

I said in a calm tone waking tored him. He takes a drink of the whiskey. Holding the glass firmly in his left hand. Meaning if he gets pissed enough he will throw it at me but I don't care we need to talk.

"Dad?"

I said a second time this time I noticed that he was clenching his teeth together and answered rudely.

"Piss off."

He says after taking another drink. Really!

"Dad please stop."

I pleaded to him he's grip on the glass became thither. I know I'm in for it but this shit needs to stop.

"Dad you need to stop. Is this really what it's come to your going to drink yourself to death one day. What would-"

As I said before he chucked the glass at my head. He missed of course because I dodged it just in time.

But what I wasn't prepared for was him rushing at me raising me up against the wall by my throat.

"Don't fucking dare say it you have lost the right!"

He yells. I can smell the whiskey off his breath. He tightens his grip around my throat. I can feel myself beginning to pass out before he decides to let go.

"Now get the fuck out before I kill you!"

He turns away from me leaving me breathless on the floor. I wanted to hit him so badly but what would that solve. So I will use my words as weapons instead.

"I'm still your son and your still my father. I will always love you".

I barely choke it out because of the fact that my throat hurts like a bitch. That stops him in his trucks he stood there for a minute before he spoke again.The only other person that's good at using their words as weapons is my father.

"No not anymore your no son of mine now go."

He said this with ease the tone of his speech was so cold it left me numb. He continued to walk away grabbing the bottle of whiskey with him. He go'se upstairs to his bedroom. I get off the floor rubbing my throat to try and relieve the pain but no luck.

I grabbed my back pack and headed out the front door. I'm not coming back home tonight. It's not like he would care anyways. I'm no son of his right. The though of that made my heart hurt. I really wish things were different.

I want to make my dad proud of me. I want his approval but most of all I want his love. What happened was a tragedy but he blames me. So of course I missed the bus so i have to walk to school today.

Beep beep beep!!

I hear the sound of a car horn. I look beside me and see a 2019 white silver metallic Volkswagen Beetle.

The window rolls down. Im surprised to see my best friend Olivia Gray. I have now her since fifth grade. The last time I seen her she was sent away for behavior problems about a year an a half ago. At first I thought she was a boy when we first met.

*Flesh back starts*

I was bullied a lot as a small child and one day. These three boys ran after me and I tuck a wrong trun into an alleyway. I was trapped and the boys prospered to kick and punch me to the ground.

"Ppplease stop your hunting me I did nothing wrong!"

I screamed out in pain the biggest boy Anthony Jones told the two others to stop but that wasn't the end of it.

Anthony picked me up by the collar of my shirt and slammed me against the brick building.

"Your existence is what's wrong! Your a weakling and weaklings don't deserve to live!"

He yelled before repeatedly punching me in the face. I felt blood start to stream down my face from my nose. I tried to stop it by trying to squirm my way of his grip. As I did so he's punches became worse. I was hoping the whole time that my nose wasn't broken.

"HEY"

The punching stopped. We all looked at the person's who was shouting at us. It was a little boy our age he had on a red tshirt and blue jeans with holes in the knees. With a red baseball cap. From the look of him he seemed to be the same size as me just an inch taller i think his hair is some type of blonde.

"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BEAT UP THIS POOR KID! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!!"

Anthony looked at the boy who was so brave. He began to chucked darkly at his question and dropped me flat on my face. Turning toward the boy. I could barely lift my head up to see what was going on.

Anthony's laughter grew louder and his two friends joined him.

"What you want some to?"

Anthony shouted at the mysterious boy who was filled with rage. This kid is crazy if he thinks he can take on three boys twice his size.

"Big talk for a little shit lets teach him a lesson."

Anthony said will ordering his buddies to go on each side of the boy. As the two boys went to go and grab his arms to try and hold him so he couldn't move.

He uppercuts the boy on his left knocking him out instantly. It happened so fast. The boy to his right gets set flying by him getting kicked in the chest hitting the wall beside him he was knocked out as well.

What is this kid a freaking ninja. Anthony was so dumbfounded that he didn't realize that the boy was right in front of him. This kid was pretty much the same size as me but was much stronger. So strong infant that he picks Anthony up by the collar of his shirt lifting him up.

Anthony try's to thrash himself out of the boys grip but he fails miserably. Then Anthony goes to punch the boy. His punch was blocked instantly.

"Now who is the weakling...do you deserve to live!?"

The boy asked in anger though gritted teeth. At this point Anthony was in sheer terror. The boy then lifted his free hand up as if he was going to hit Anthony but slowly puts it back down instead.

"You know I could beat you to a bloody pulp. Like you did to this poor boy right here; but I'm not like you I fight in defiance. Not to beat the weak."

The boy then dropped Anthony flat on his ass then pointed a finger at him.

"I promise you this. If you ever beat this boy up again you will regret it. Now get out of here before I change my mind."

He said in a monotone voice and with a death stare. Anthony then ran for this life forgiving his knocked out buddies.

The boy turns his head towards me but I don't remember what happened next because I passed out.

I do remember waking up in a strange bed. In a house I have never been in before. There was a cool compress on my forehead and my nose was bandaged. I go to try and move but the pain in my ribs was bad enough that I changed my mind about moving.

Then a young woman with beautiful long honey blond hair and sea blue eyes comes in with a gentle smile on her face. With the boy at her side.

"It's going to be alright I'm Doctor Gray. Oliv carried you here. I didn't see any reason to go to the hospital when I having everything I need here in the house."

She said with a sweet smile it warms my heart.The boy named Oliv seemed to be kinda shy now and didn't say a word.

"If you wouldn't mind giving me your parents number;I could give them a call to let them know about were you are?"

She asked sweetly.

"Yes ma'am it's 213 *** ****"

I said in a small voice it hurt to talk a bit. She nodded and walked out of the room. I have no idea how many times I was hit or where I was hit. I think I looked sad because Oliv desides to walk over to me and sits in the chair beside me.

"Thank you for helping me."

I said with a small smile on my face. He didn't say a word but just stared at me. His eyes were the same shade of sea blue as his mother's. I'll admit it was a little awkward but I tried to make more conversation.

"I am so grateful to you for helping me. If there is anything I could do to repay you I will do it I promise."

Oliv looks at me sideways and still doesn't speak a word. Yeah this is still awkward. I just still smile at him regardless of the awkwardness.

"Let me teach you how to fight then; everyone needs to learn how to defend themselves."

Oliv said his voice was different sounding this time. I try to look into his eyes but he avoided my gaze now for some reason.

"You know I really like your hat."

I say with a big smile.

"My dad gave it to me it was his when he was my age ;I guess you could say its a good luck charm."

He said with a huge smile.

"Can I try it on?"

I asked excitedly.

"No way dude."

He said crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. I frowned at his answer. I understand that the hat is special. I couldn't help but wonder if there was another reason he didn't want to take it off.

"Okay how about this you let me try your hat on. You get to teach me how to defend myself. Does that sound like a good deal?"

He thought about it for a few seconds then a frown come across his lips. I'm not try to hurt his feelings or anything. I just really want to see what he really looks like.

"Sure I guess"

He said quickly I looked at him with wide eyes in shock.

"What you really mean it?"

I say this with disbelief in my voice. I could believe it. He must really care about me if he would let me have something special to him even for a secon.

"Just please don't laugh or tall anyone."

He said in a shakey voice like he was really uncomfortable and scared with taking the hat off. I kinda felt bad about it now. I'm still curious about it maybe he as a huge scar on his head or something.

He goes to take off the hat and this is happening as if were in slow motion. I watch him closely and.... I- I could not believe my eyes this kid is not a he but a SHE!

She didn't look at me her eye on at the floor. Her hair was as long as mine it was a little passed her ears and the same honey blonde color as her mother's. With her hat in her hands she handed it to me. I remember that I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't understand it she was just so...cute I guess you could say.

"Well are you going to put it on or not"

She said in frustration. Now I could really tall that her voice seemed off. When I thought she was a boy it makes sense now. She then looked at me with a firing anger in her eyes. I kinda jumped out of my skin when she looked at me in this way. For a girl she is really scary to.

"Oh yeah sorry"

I squeaked out.I take the hat from her. I put the hat on my head it didn't quite fit me it was a little bit big. I look and she has a half smile on her face.

"What? Does it look funny on me or something?" I asked.

"Just a little funny." She giggled as she said this.

J felt a little embarrassed my cheeks heat up a little bit. She seemed kinda sweet when she doesn't have the hat on. Then I wondered did she want people to think she's a boy?

"You know what's funny I thought you where a boy this whole time." Said not looking at her.

"Yeah that's kinda the point I'm a tomboy. " she giggled again.

"Your the coolest tomboy I have ever met stronge, fast and kinda cute."

I look her in the eyes when I said this. I don't understand why the cute part came out tho. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned a light pink.

"What's your full name by the way?" I asked with a smile.

"It's Olivia." She said this in a shy tone.

"What's your name?" She asked in the same shy tone.

"Elliot."

That's how we met and we were bestfriends ever since.

*End of flashback*

Will continue with chapter two soon 😘

*Peak of chapter two*

Her beauty is beyond compare this woman has set my entire being on fire yet she has no idea. Just one look one single glace and I can't think straight my heart is pounding like crazy and my....my cock it's heard for the first time in a long time.

Believe me I've had erections before but never for a real living female. I have always had to visualize and create the perfect woman for myself. Now she's right in front of me she's perfect.

*"You need this woman Elliot you need her now!!" *

My inner self was hollering at the top of his lungs urging me into making a move. No damn it we're in the middle of class and are you a moron?

Elliot Miers is no Moron and I can't let myself make a mistake. I have to make my father proud for once in my life. That's what I want more than anything right?

But this woman her body is so damn hot that I can't take my eyes off. Her long dark brunette hair almost looks like dark chocolate. I lick my lips at that the thought of that I love dark chocolate.

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