Chapter 4

Arabella Hale

I lay in bed that night dreading my future. He could be reading my list right now, at this every moment. What was he thinking? What is he going to go? I groaned into my pillow. I wished every thing that happened today was nothing more than a dream, one I wish I would be able to wake up from it, right now. Why did he have to be insanely attrative? Why did I have to have crush on him? Why out of all the names in the world, I put down Professor Luc Paxton. 

I screamed into my poor pillow and hit it. I'll be saying goodbye to academic years tomorrow. Why couldn't this be a dream? I could feel tears starting to built up in my eyes. I wanted to be a qualified writer. It was dream, well, one of my dreams. My first dream, it couldn't be achieved. I was tormented with hate and mistreatment it crushed both that dream and myself. I just moved onto the next available one. Now, it seems I can't achieve absolutely anything. Something is always bound to go so wrong. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Professor Paxton was going to ruin my entire future. I might as well order my tombstone now. 

And come to think, I really thougtht the worst of my life was over. I scoffed at myself, to think so foolishly. 

"It's quite entertaining to watch how foolishly hopeful you are." 

The words ran in my head, taunting me. Alec Westfield, was the worst part of my life and I thought I could really escape him, but that was never the case. I would be stuck in his grips for eternity. Every thing Alec said was true, every word he said stuck in my head; he drilled them in; haunting and taunting me for even thinking I lead a happy life. I was under curse. A contant turmoil. And my next turn was yet to come, when Professer Paxton reports me and ends my college years.

Sighing, I tried to get some sleep. But the words of Alec and the what's going to happen tomorrow kept me awake, preventing me to even close my eyes. 

"Arabella, babe, how could you be so stupid?" He chuckled but soon turned in to a harsh glare and he had his hand around neck at a painful force. But the pain didn't stop there, he had to slam me against the wall. My head hit against the wall hard, adding to the dizziness that was already there from the lack of air. I gasped for air, but he blocked out all oxygen from lungs. I clawed his hand, trying to stop him from chocking me. Tears ran down my face faster, as a shiny sharp object came in to play as well. "Alec...please don't," I whimpered as he pressed the knife against my arm, "It's your own fault, babe. You had this coming," I screamed as the sharp metal object pierced my skin.

I gasped sitting upstraight, breathing hard. I shivered remembering the horriifc times. I sighing, running a hand through my hair. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I knew, he nightmares were coming back. I could pratically hear his sinister chuckle echoing in the back of my mind, as he said those words.

Taking deep breath I tried to clam myself, and the fast beating of my heart.

Was a peaceful sleep really too much to ask for? 

Shaking my head, I lay back onto my pillow. Times like these, I would desperately think of Professer Paxton. My crush on him, it somehow managed keep the nightmares at bay. I knew what I had to do. But it was thing that got me in trouble in the first place. 

Groaning, I pushed it the last thing on my list of 'how to get some bloody sleep' tossing and turning I tired every thing I could possibly think of to draw myself to sleep. I tried counting the sheep. I tried counting from one thousand backwards. I tried listening to sweet angelic voice of my favorite singer. Hell, I even tried some yoga and mediation. 

Letting out a frustration scream, I grabbed my phone and looked up tricks to help you fall asleep. I rolled my eyes seeing I already tried more than half these things here. I scrolled down my phone, until something caught my eye.

'How to Fall Asleep Fast (in Five Minutes or Less)'

This could be helpful.

Without thinking twice, I tapped into the website and started reading the instructions given to me.

Place the tip of your tongue against the ridge behind your upper teeth throughout the exercise (inhaling and exhaling).

Exhale completely via your mouth, making a “whooshing” sound.

4: Now, close your mouth and inhale through your nose to a count of four.

7: Hold your breath for seven counts.

8: Exhale slowly out of your mouth to a count of eight, making the “whooshing” sound (pucker your lips if it feels awkward).

"I can do this," I whispered to myself and do exactly what I was told to do.

After about thirty-five minutes of doing this I gave up and throw my pillow across the room with frustrated yell, then balled my fists. What was the point of sleeping anyways? My life was over tommorow. And there's nothing I could do about that now. I have tried every thing I could possibly do and yet I failed...

I had only realised I caused myself to bleed after feeling something warm sweep under nails and palms. I had dug my nails hard onto my palms. Feeling the blood drip down my hand I sighed and quickly grabbed some tissues from bed-side table. There was time I used to enjoy this, but thankfully I managed to bring myself out of it. At times, I would tempted. But I promised Sabrina I wouldn't. I had to make sure she doesn't see these tommorow. There was much to come...tommorow.

I threw the tissue into the bin and popped my head back onto the bed after grabbing the other pillow from the side, I gave in. There was only one away out, before I went into possible insomina over the next few days.

Finally, giving in, I removed my tank top and panties from myself. I bit my lip, thinking of Proffesor Paxton walking into room as lay there naked for him. Closing my eyes, I grabbed onto my breasts. I needed finish what I started earlier today in his empty office. A soft moan left my lips as I gently squeezed both my breasts, imaging my professor's large rough hands on them, than my own tiny ones. I gasped touching my lips, thinking of savoring his lips against mine. 

My other hand pinched my nipple, making it hard. I could already feel the wetness building up between my legs. I wondered what it would like for his hot breath to fan over my breasts, before he had taken a nipple into his mouth and starts sucking the dear life out of me. I moaned pinching it a little harder, before rolling the small bud in my fingers slowly. The hand on my lips slowly guided over my body towards my treasure. I let my mind picture to having Professor Paxton's wander my body. 

A loud moan escaped my lips, as my fingers reached my felt folds. Slowly, drawing circles on my clit, I curled my toes, wanting nothing more than to have Professor Paxton on top of me, making me forget all about my past horrors. Collecting up more of my juices, my fingers travelled down to my aching pussy that throbbed from him. Moaning his name into air, I guided a finger in and already pushed in and out at a fast pace, no time to adjust and I thought he would do the same. He wouldn't give me time to adjust and just pound in to me, making me enter in to a plce of pure bliss; cloud nine. My felt my back arch and release a small whimper through my lips as I added another dight. My palm rubbing against clit and I imagined Professor Paxton rubbing his expert hands on me making me in to a moaning mess. I would be under his complete will. If just imagining him sent me in to sensual pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder, what it would be like to actually achieve this goal. To let him know, how he sends me in to place of pure pleasure, reassuring me the past is gone. I no longer needed to dread upon it.

Pumping my fingers in and out faster, I could feel myself almost falling over the edge, ready to scream his name. I felt my walls tighten around my fingers as the pressure built up in the pit of stomach. My toes curled as my back arched higher. I let out a sound of moan and a whimper, "Professor," I felt my orgasm flood out, as a river of pleasure ran throughout my body. My breathing was hard and my heart was beating at an abnormal pace, but I was finally able to close my eyes, blocking out the nightmares as I imagined myself safe in Professor Paxton's arms; he kept the nightmares at bay.