Caleb laughed but said nothing.
“So,” I began, “what did you do to get stuck here on a Friday evenin’?”
Caleb smirked. “Got caught in the girls’ dressin’ room with Charlotte Price.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Please don’t tell me you were doin’ what I think you were doin’.”
Caleb held up his hands. “The teacher who caught me didn’t see anythin’ because I pulled - I mean, I walked out before they could see any hanky-panky. You can’t get in trouble when there is no proof. I just got detention for being inside the girls room, not for shaggin’ Charlotte.”
The dirty little bastard.
“Condoms are left in the school reception for a reason, I hope you know that.”
Caleb continued to smirk. “I do.”
I shook my head.
Men were all the same.
“Are you really gonna keep me here until six, Miss?”
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was only twenty to six. I wanted to leave just as much as Caleb did. I caught his gaze and gave him a stern look. “If anyone asks, you didn’t walk out of this school until after six. Understood?”
Caleb stood up and saluted. “You’re brilliant, Miss.”
“I know.”
Caleb laughed as he swung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the door.
“Are you walking or do you have a parent to collect you?” I asked for my own peace of mind.
“Me da is in the car park.”
I nodded. “Okay, off you go.”
“See ya, Miss.”
I smiled then looked down at my own bag when Caleb all but ran from the room. When I no longer heard his footsteps patter down the hallway, I gathered up all of my things. I was moving at a snail's pace because I was tired. I was ready for this day to be over. When I got my things together, I hooked my bag strap over my shoulder, groaning under the weight. With a sigh, I moved away from my desk and towards the classroom door.
I looked up to where I was going and gasped when I realised I wasn’t alone. There was a man standing in the doorway of the classroom. A familiar man.
“Oh, hello.”
The man smiled. “Hello, Aideen.”
I stared at the man, and suddenly a sick feeling consumed my stomach. I recognised him as the man who I spoke to briefly in the hospital and later in the pub a few weeks ago.
What on earth was he doing here?
“Can I help you...?”
“Philip.”
Right, he already told me that before.
“Sorry, Philip.” I smiled, forcing sincerity onto my face. “Can I help you?”
He nodded his head. “Yes. You can help me a great deal, actually.”
I could?
I furrowed my eyebrows together. “Okay, what can I help you with?”
“You can sit down so we can have a little... chat?”
No.
That was the first thing my mind and gut screamed.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s after hours and as you have no child that is under my care during school hours, you will have to set up a formal meeting.”
Philip chuckled, “Sorry, I phrased that as a question, when it should have been a demand.”
A demand?
“I beg your pardon?” I asked with a shake of my head.
Philip looked at my desk and smiled. “Ah, I see you got my flowers.”
I stared at the flowers that were delivered to my classroom weeks ago. A lot of the flowers had died, but because I liked the arrangement so much, I bought new flower and kept it looking pretty.
“You sent them them?” I asked, dumbfounded.
Philip nodded his head. “Of course, I met you for the first time in the hospital that morning, so I went out and got you flowers to congratulate you on your pregnancy. I couldn’t quite believe you were pregnant even though I had known for a few weeks.”
I was so scared in that moment, I had no idea who this man was.
“Who are you?”
“If you’ll sit down, I’ll happily answer your question.”
Every fibre of my being told me to get away from this strange man and to get away fast.
I stood firm. “I don’t want to sit down. I do not know you and would appreciate it if you left this room immediately.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Not when I finally have you alone.”
Excuse me?
“What?” I asked, taking a step backwards.
Philip smiled at me as he stepped into my classroom. I observed his face and noticed the scarred side of his face didn’t move, which made his smile that much more creepy. “I’ve been watching you for weeks now, but you’re hardly ever alone, and when you are, it’s only for short periods of time.”
He’d been watching me? For weeks?
“Why have you been watchin’ me?” I asked, a tremor of fear in my voice.
I was so scared I thought I would throw up.
Philip humourlessly laughed, “It’s a funny story, actually.”
I swallowed. “I doubt I’ll see the humour.”
“You wouldn’t.” He smirked.
I looked around for an exit. The windows were out because they were locked shut, but the classroom door was wide open. I glanced at the door, which was only a few feet away from me, then looked back to Philip, who was staring at me.
He evilly grinned. “Don’t do it.”
I ignored him and made a run for the open door, but within seconds Philip was on me. From behind me, he gripped my arms. He turned me to face him, and when I tried to dig my nails into his flesh, he stomped on my knee.
I screamed as pain erupted in my right lower leg.
“I asked you nicely to sit down, Aideen, just so we could talk,” Philip sighed. “I didn’t want to do that.”
I couldn’t think for myself or process what this horrible man was saying. All I could think about was the pain that I was currently feeling.
“Oh, God,” I wailed.
Philip hoisted me up against his body and pulled me over to my chair where he dropped me. He forcibly slapped me across the face when his hands were free and snarled, “Stop. Screaming.”
I instantly closed my mouth, but no matter what, I couldn’t stop moaning in pain. I couldn’t stop the tears that flowed from my eyes either.
“I don’t know why women do this,” Philip grunted to himself. “I tell them to do something, but they defy me like they think I won’t punish them.”
Punish?
“I don’t even know you!” I hollered. “Why would I stay and do what you ask?”
“Because,” Philip chirped, “you don’t want me to harm your unborn child or Kane, do you?”
I forced my eyes to focus on Philip. “What are you talkin’ about?”
How did he know about Kane?
“Your boyfriend and your baby, you want them kept safe, yes?”
I blinked my eyes and nodded my head.
“Then stop screaming and sit there like a good girl.”
What was happening?
“You broke me leg!” I cried and used both of my hands to hold the area below my knee. I needed to hold it but couldn’t directly touch it.
“I wouldn’t have if you’d done what you were told.”
“Fuck you!” I bellowed then whimpered in pain.
Philip chuckled to himself then walked over and shut my classroom door. He walked over to my desk and proceeded to dig around inside my bag until he came up with the keys to the door.
He pocketed the keys then pulled up a chair from one of my student’s desks and sat in front of me. He leaned forward, placed his elbows on his knees and just stared at my face.
I tried my best to glare at him, but I was in so much pain I couldn’t do anything but cry.
“Are you okay?”
He was asking if I was okay?
“Do I look like I’m okay? You bloody bastard!”
Philip laughed and sat back in the chair. “I can see why he is with you.”