0003- Chemistry With Mr Dalton.

Hannah’s POV

“What do you want, Carlos? Have you not caused me enough harm today?” My voice echoed with empty guts.

“I just want to talk.” Carlos’s voice came out plain, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Talk? Same thing you did earlier today and your girlfriend came at me and you did nothing. Look, Carlos, I do not want any trouble.” The words left my mouth angrily and without a second thought, I began to walk out of his presence. I had to meet up with Mr Dalton.

“I need your help, Hannah.” His words struck me hard and stopped me as though I was shocked by lightning.

I slowly turned and faced him. Carlos’s face flushed with embarrassment and his eyes filled with plea. My hand unknowingly crossed and rested underneath my breast.

“What do you mean you need my help? Do you realize that I am Hannah? The school’s nerd and not your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Don’t act like you own the world, I’ll pay you in return.”

“Look, Carlos, I do not have all day, I need to go home. Tell me what you need my help for.” I felt vexed. Too vexed that he was keeping me from meeting Mr Dalton.

“Okay fine.. uhh! Uhhh..” was he stuttering?

“Carlos!!” I raised my voice.

“Okay, the principal had told me that if my grade doesn’t improve, I’ll be kicked out from the basketball team and that’s the last thing I want right now.”

“So you need me to be your tutor?”

“Yes, I’ll pay you. I just don’t want to be kicked out of the team.” I huffed, thinking about it for a while.

“Look Carlos, I have somewhere to be at right now. Why don’t I think about it? I’ll get back to you later.” Without waiting for his response I walked out and began walking to the chemistry Lab.

The door was closed when I got there and I placed a knock on the door, my heart beating faster than I could count, my hands were all sweaty and I wondered why. I mean I was just going to meet the chemistry teacher, it was no big deal.

“Come in.” His voice came, causing me to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. I pushed open the door and walked in to meet the demigod of a teacher seated on a chair.

“Mr Dalton…” I paused.

“Yes, Hannah” He didn't smile at me, his face was straight and his blue eyes were dominantly intoxicating.

His hand hailed to the empty chair opposite him, urging me to sit.

I reluctantly walked to the chair and pulled it open, sitting on it with my hands shivering.

“You look scared, I'm not going to hurt you.” I think he realized that he had a scary look on and it was terrifying, so he smiled at me.

One look at this man and I was lost again, my heart fluttered and kept skipping like there was something wrong with me.

“I wanted to show you this solution, you got it wrong and I thought to explain better with practicals.'' As he spoke, he unbuttoned the sleeves of his white shirt which seemed a little bit small for him.

He slowly began to roll up his sleeve while I gawked at him, from his face and down to his chest, his muscles were firm and he didn't look anything like a teacher, he looked like a gym instructor, even more, a movie star.

“Hannah..” he called me back to reality, I saw the way his eyes stared at me as I gawked lustfully at him.

“Uhh…”

“I want you to see this, it’s very easy.” He turned what looked like a baking soda into the container and then added the vinegar inside it.”

“This is called a Decomposition reaction.” I nodded my head.

“I knew the answer.” I mouthed.

He looked at me with those eyes that caused me to be confused.

“Then what happened?”

“I got scared, I freaked out.”

“You shouldn’t, if you know the answer then you shouldn’t freak out. I saw you earlier today, being bullied by that girl.” As he spoke, I sighed. I didn’t want to talk about it so I grabbed my bag. He would laugh at me too like everyone did.

“I have to go, my mother would be worried.” I grabbed my bag without hesitation and began to walk out of the class.

“Wait, Hannah.”

“Hannah.” He suddenly grabbed me by my wrist and I sighed.

“Why do you want to remind me of what happened today? So you’d laugh at me like everyone did.”

He pulled me towards him almost causing me to fall, but his hand wrapped around my waist firmly holding me.

“Why do you let them treat you like you’re trash?” Still in that position, I gulped hard.

“You should talk back to them. This is the first time I have seen someone not fight for themselves.” He insisted as I pulled away from his grip.

“You want me to fight back? You want the poorest student in school to fight back, these students would have their parents kick me out of this school in seconds. You know what Mr Dalton? I don’t want to talk about this. I’ll just go home.” My voice was low.

“Hannah.”

“Thank you for the assignment, I’ll do it and get it back to you tomorrow. I just have to leave.” With that, I ran out of the chemistry lab racing to the school gate.

With my chest pounding heavily, I ran to the bus stop, hoping I’d catch the bus but it was too late.

“Fuck!” The curse word slipped out of my mouth as it dawned on me that I’d be walking back home today.

I hastened my steps as the day seemed to get dark, walking down the empty road alone with the stupid memories of today that haunted me. What is it about this man that I am attracted to?

Mr Dalton’s thoughts clouded my head until I got back home.

As I pulled open the front door, my ears met with the scream of my mother, the house was scattered and messy, the couch tumbled and the living room reeked of alcohol. I flung my bag and ran to my mother’s room. The door was jammed as I tried to push it open.

“Mum, open the door,” I yelled.

“Mom, Mom please open the door.” I banged the door hard.

“Hannah.” Her voice was really low and the next thing was another scream.

“Let my mom out of the room now or I’m calling the police. I’m going to do it, I promise.” Still banging the door I yelled and after a few seconds the door was opened revealing the ugly face of my stepfather and he pulled me into the room.

“So you want to call the police huh?” He pulled me by my hair but I was only bothered about my mom.

“Mom. Ahnn.” His grip on my hair was tight and then he sent two hurt slaps to my face, making me fall and hit my face on the floor. My eyes were on my mother who was bleeding from almost everywhere.

“Stop hurting me!” I didn’t know where the strength came from but I pushed him so hard that he fell on his butt and I immediately went to grab my mom.

“Let’s go, mom.” I helped her up so we could hurry out of the room but the man was back in seconds.

“Wow, child! It seems you’ve grown wings, you’ll come with me.” He grabbed me by my hair, leading me out of the room.

“Let my daughter go, Simon.” Mom begged, her voice was so low.

“Let me go!” I cried.