《Her tutor》7
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"Okay... so the Franco Prussian War... when did it happen?" I asked Anna and she thought about it.
"18...60?" She said and I shook my head no.
"Try again." I said.
"1877?" She said and again I shook my head no.
"Don't look it up just try." I said.
"18...70!" She said and I smiled and nodded.
"In the Franco Prussian War what nations were at each other?" I asked her.
"The First French Empire..." and I shook my head no.
"Your close." I said.
"The second French Empire and the North German Confederation..." she said trying to make every word correct.
I smiled again and nodded.
"What was the North German Confederation led by?"
"Uhm... Kingdom of Prussia."
"Correct. See your getting there."
"Who won the Franco Prussian War?"
"Prussia defeated France."
"Who led the Franco Prussian War?"
"Wait wait... Chancellor...Otto con Bismark!"
"Correct."
"I'm good at these." She said and I laughed.
It's only been a couple weeks. Sometimes I let Anna choose not to show up if she wants. I use that waiting time to use that for researching.
We did work on history this week which is one of her best subjects. She stopped working on her assignments one day and got too stress.
Than it became a habit to her. She came back to me one day because her grades had all dropped. I was glad she asked for help. Her grades are at least in the c's and b's.
"How are you and Jackson?" I heard her speak up.
"Ehh... we're doing okay I guess." She said and I nodded.
"You okay?" She asked me and I shrugged.
"I think I'm just tired." She said understanding and nodding.
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"Well... why don't you go home?" She asked and I shrugged.
"Yeah you know what... it's Friday.. I will." I said smiling.
She looked at me before smiling at me. We both packed our bags as we walked out together.
"What the fuck." I heard seeing Jackson.
"Oh god." I mumbled looking at Anna who was worried.
"What now your gonna suck her dick the next!" Jackson yelled.
"We were just walking out coincidentally... don't take it out on her." She said softly getting in front of me.
"She hasn't done anything so please go easy." She said.
She looked at me and Jackson was frustrated.
"Your fucking weird ass dyke." He said and I felt Anna starting to get angry.
"Like a girl born with a goddamn dick. That's fucking disgusting." He said and I know that hurt her. Her hands balled up into a tight fist.
"Anna... it's okay. Just go home and I'll deal with him. It's not your problem." I said putting a hand on her shoulder.
I felt her starting to calm down. She looked at me with worry in her eyes and only nodded to reassure her needs.
She looked back at Jackson who looked like he was about to blow.
"Anna go..." I said and she gave me a smile before leaving.
"Oh your gonna regret touching her." Jackson snarled at me as he grabbed my wrist pulling me to his car. I felt my wrist start to hurt.
He pushed me into the passenger seat and slammed the car door making me flinch. He drove in silence has he got to my house.
"Jackson pl-please stop your hurting me." I said has he grasped onto my arm.
"Does it look like I give a fuck! Your a fucking cheater!! Even worse a fucking dyke!" He yelled.
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"Jackson! I'm not gay! I'm fucking straight! Now let go!" I yelled jerking back.
"I'm not cheating on you! It's just like she said! It was a coincidence!!" I yelled looking down to see a red hand print on my wrist.
Right then I felt a punch. He pushed me against the car making me wince at the pain.
"You fucking listen to me. Your not going to the goddamn library! You hear me?!" He yelled but I was too scared to say anything.
He slammed his hand against the car making a loud sound.
"ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" He yelled at me as I slightly nodded.
"Words baby I wanna hear words!" He said as I felt tears starting come out of my eyes.
"Y-Yes I understand..." I whispered.
"Look at me..." he said cupping my face.
I only wanted to go to my bed and literally cry myself to sleep.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hit you..." he whispered.
He hugged me but I hated him touching me right now. Jackson has always been the kind and fun person but this is just a different side of him.
He pulled back before running his thumb across my eye. I only flinched but he tried to reassure me.
He took me into the house has he sat me down on top of my counter in the bathroom.
He put makeup over my eye to cover it.
"I'm sorry... I was angry and I couldn't help it." He said.
I studied Jackson carefully. I study everyone. Jackson is bipolar... I studied bipolar a little before moving on to study it more later. His mood swings are happened so currently.
"I love you." He said kissing my forehead.
"What you don't love me back?" He said has I looked down.
"God after all I did for you and your gonna sit there and act like that was all nothing!" He said.
He was frustrated again. He was scary like this and I was trapped in a bathroom with him.
"Fuck you." He said leaving me.
I heard the front door slam as I couldn't help but cry. I moved myself from the bathroom to the bedroom. I laid down and felt my stomach hurting. I didn't feel like eating and I was tired... so tired...
I fell asleep after crying my eyes out.
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