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A young girl is physically and mentally abused by her mother, but her father refuses to believe it and is never home because he goes out on business trips. She suffers from severe depression and occasional self harm. one day the teacher notices signs of the abuse and offers her a place to stay for the night, then a night turns into a week and so on. Eventually the teacher (who was already attracted to the girl) starts to fall for her and ends up becoming very protective and loving towards her and in turn she ends up falling for him.

((I want to be the student))

could you make the teacher first?

I was thinking he should be around 21

okay

First Name: Nickolas
Middle Name:
Last Name: Milford
Nickname:
Appearance:


Gender: Male
Age: 21`
Birthday: September 24, 1978
Grade: Out of college
Job: History teacher
Personality: Very sweet and kind
Dressing Style: Very formal

History: Is unknown

Crush:
Boyfriend/girlfriend/married/single: open

Pets: Pet Eagle named Screech
Other: straight

Name: Emily May Adler

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://digntaswpp.com/wp-content/uplo...



Personality: Emily is quiet and soft spoken. She keeps to herself mostly but once you get to know her she is fun loving and bubbly.

Other: Her young appearance and quiet nature attract the boys of the school which she does not understand. She is known as "the doll of the school"

((you want to go first?))

Emily walked into her last class of the day, she looked around the large classroom before moving to the back ans sitting down. She pulled down the sleeves of her uniform before getting out her sketch pad and started to finish the rose she had started in the beginning of the day.

Nickolas sat at his desk reading one of his favorite books which was called Fifty Shades of Grey. He was in the middle of a page when the bell rang. He put the book down and stood up, "Good afternoon." He walked to the board and wrote down the warm up. "Please answer the following question. Does a crime really make someone a bad person?"

Emily looked up at the bored staring blankly. She was not very with it today, she had been up all night trying to get into her house when her mom locked her out. She sighed, laying her head down and closing her eyes. She just wanted to sleep, at least it was warm in the school building.

Nickolas put the marker down and walked down the aisles. "Don't be scared, I am just going looking at your answers." He told the class as looked over the student's desks. Once in awhile one of the students would ask a question and he would be busy answering them.

Emily had fallen into a light sleep, she had never slept too deeply in fear of angering her mother. She whispered almost silently, not noticing as Mr.Milford came down the isles, and frankly she really did not mind, he had always been nice to her, though she did always wonder why, at least he was somewhat strict with her.

Mr. Milford finally arrived at Emily's desk; he leaned in, "Emily, do you have something written?" He asked her loud enough for her to hear him. He could tell that she lightly sleeping. "Emily?"

She sat up slowly, shaking her head. "sorry" She whispered, picking up her pencil and beginning to slowly write.She flinched a bit as her wrist was bruised from her Mother's harsh grip last night. "I will have it done in a minute" she said.

He smiled, "I will come back in a minute or so to see if you can answer it." He stood up, "Everyone, put your pens and pencils down for a second, when you answer the question, you answer does not have to be in complete sentences." He instructed as he walked towards his desk.

Emily finished her answer before laying her paper down and putting her head back on the desk, her sleeve coming up a bit, showing the bruise on her wrist. She slowly drifted back to sleep.

Mr. Milford came back to Emily's desk, "Did you write something down Emily?" He leaned in, "Emily?" He could tell that she fell asleep again.

She nodded silently, sitting up again and sliding her answer over for him to see. "Sorry" she said. "it is not very long." She looked up at Mr.Milford and gave a tiny smile.

He stood back up, "Would you like to read it out in front of the class?" He asked her politely. Mr. Milford put his hands in his pockets waiting for an answer. "It is okay if you don't want to read it." He reminded her and gave her a quick smile.

Emily shook her head. "No thank you" she said. She very gently rubbed her hand over the bruise as she spoke, unsure of what else to say. She could feel the class staring at her.

He smiled at her as he walked back to the front of the room. Mr. Milford took out the textbook and looked at it for a second. He erased what was on the board and wrote something else down; he turned towards the class, "Please take out a piece of paper and copy what is on the board." He continue to write the sentence down.

Emily laid her head back down, yet again falling asleep, just barely slipping in and out of dreams. She whispered to herself as she head Mr.Milford talk. she bit her lip as she tried to keep herself up, thinking about what she was going to do tonight, if the door was locked to her house she may have to find somewhere to stay, maybe the abandoned house down the street, she had done it before.

Mr. Milford finished giving the notes for the day. " Do whatever you want for the last ten minutes of class." He left the notes up just in case anyone did not writing it all down; he sat down in the chair at the desk and continued to read his book.

She finally let sleep overcome her, sleeping for the the ten minutes, not waking even as everyone left the class. It felt nice to actually be able to sleep for once. She let her head rest on her arm as her breathing deepened.

Mr. Milford looked up and saw Emily still in the classroom; he stood up and walked up to her, "Emily, are you awake?" He asked her loud enough for her to hear.

She opened her eyes very slightly. "five more minutes Daddy" she whispered before turning her head. She mumbled something else but it was inaudible.

"Emily?" He shook her, "Emily, wake up." He squatted and continued to shake her lightly.

She flinched when he hit a bruise, sitting up. "A...sorry" she whispered, rubbing her eyes

He sighed, "Emily, you have to not sleep in class. If the principal found out, the situation is not going to be good. " He watched her sit up, "have you been going to bed lately?"

She hesitated but shook her head. "My parents are out of town" she lied. "I locked my keys inside so I had no where to sleep last night" she shrugged. "I am sure it will be fine" she whispered "how hard would it be to get into house?" Though the thaght made even her question the easiness I getting into her own house.

He stood up, "Well, just try to get some sleep tonight." He walked back to his desk and packed his bag up; he then erased the board.


((when do you want him to notice?))

((Maybe now?))

Emily stood up slowly, reaching down and grabbing her bag. She slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the classroom, she sighed as she walked to the end of the hall and looked out side. "Snow...." She whispered to herself before looking down at her think uniform sweater. "I'm going to be freezing" she whispered she opened the door, shivering violently as she stood right outside, trying to get used to the could. She crossed her arms, the bruise on her wrist clearly visable as she looked up at the sky, watching the show flakes fall. "I can't wait to get somewhere warm.

((okay))

Mr. Milford locked the door and walked out and saw snow. He saw Emily shivering. He took his coat off and wrapped it around Emily. He put his bag on one of his shoulders, "Would you like me to to drive you home?" He asked her as he stood in front of her.

She blushed brightly when she felt his coat wrapped around her. "S...sure" she whispered, pulling the coat around her tighter. Her blush only intensified when she picked up on the scent on his coat. he smells like daddy she thought to herself. It was slightly different then her fathers scent but either way she liked it.

Mr. Milford saw that the coat was too long, "My car is this way." He started walking towards the parking lot." He told her as he walked. "Okay, here my car." It was a small car, but it was big enough to hold five people.

She reached out and opened the door, hesitating for a long moment before sliding inside. She let the coat and her sweater fall down down off her shoulder where there was another bruise where we mom had thrown a flatiron at her, she was lucky it was not plugged in. She did not notice as she leaned against the window, closing her eyes.

Mr. Milford slid in and closed the door. He started the car as he looked towards Emily. He then turned his attention back to he started to back up; he then pulled out of the parking lot and was on the road, "Just tell me where your house is." He informed her.

"Clarence" she said softly, feeling herself drifting off again. His car was so warm. She pulled her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes.

He quickly glanced over, "If you want to warm up, I can take either drive you around as the heat turns on," He placed his hand one of the small vents, "Or you can hang out to my house."

"Are you sure?" She whispered, "I would not want to intrude" she played with her wrist as she spoke.

"I am sure." He drove past the road that let to Emily's house. He pulled into the next road which was Talgie Cr. After a minute or so the car was already warm; he pulled into his driveway. "We are here. Anyways, if you are locked out again, just come by. Just go down your street and down Talgie Cr. My house number is 54." He told her.

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She nodded softly, already falling to sleep again. It was nearly impossible to keep her eyes opened. She Pulled his coat tight around herself as she fell asleep.

Mr. Milford could tell that she was not listening; He climbed out of the car, walked around and picked her out of the car. He walked to the front and unlocked the door; he walked in and walked up stairs to his room. He placed her on his bed as he went back downstairs and started watch tv.

Emily whimpered in his arms, his grip touching multiple bruises on her back, when she was layed down she rolled over, curling into a ball. The bed was so comfortable, and eve. In her sleep she could tell it smelled like him.

Mr. Milford looked at the time and walked to the kitchen and started to make dinner. He started to make soup and some fish he bought over the weekend.

Emily did not waitj

He finished making the dinner; he walked up stairs to his room and saw that Emily still asleep. "Emily, are you hungry?"

She nodded, half asleep

Mr. Milford walked to the bed and sat down. "The food will be on the table when you are ready." He told her.

She nodded, sitting up. She fell against his shoulder. "What time is it?" she whispered, Not noticing how close she actually was to the older man. She was hardly awake.