Donna hurriedly walked towards the door of the class, hoping that Mr. Fenton wouldn't call her to stay after class, as he had done the last few days. After all, what with the fact that her parents were home for the month, it had been hard for him to sneak over, as he'd done every night since she learned that he had a way into her house, through the fact that he'd, unknowingly to her, copied her keys that night he'd drugged her, before he'd raped her.
Ever since she'd discovered him in her house that one day, there wasn't a night that went by when he didn't come over, sometimes for sex – upon which she'd grown used to, no longer crying or scrubbing her skin raw, in reaction – and sometimes to just lie by her. It was, strangely enough, those times that he would just lie next to her and sleep that terrified her more than the nights he wanted to have her.
"Miss Keppel, please come here," she heard him say, just as she was about to walk through the door. She saw Lisa give her a strange look, as if wondering what exactly Mr. Fenton could want with her, and she replied with a grimace, trying not to show her terror at having to stay.
She had the feeling that she hadn't succeeded, not that it really mattered. Walking towards his desk as the last of the students left – none of them concerned about anything other than what they would be doing that weekend, and if so and so wanted to go see this movie – she wondered what he wanted.
She doubted that he'd want sex – he had a policy of no intercourse when they were at the school, though that didn't stop him from touching her, or him having her touch him, among other things. In fact, the last time he'd did this – nine days ago – he had her on her knees while pleasuring him with her mouth. She'd barely made it to the girl's bathroom before she'd thrown up after that, though, like with sex, she was beginning to get used to it now that he also made it apart of his routine when he came for her at her house.
When the last student had left, and the door closed, she couldn't help but shudder as he came towards her, backing her against the wall with his movements. Not the for the last time, as his hands busied themselves with gliding over her body, she wished that something would happen that would stop what he was going to do.
Meanwhile, Lisa, concerned with her best friend, debated on whether she should interrupt whatever the reason for Mr. Fenton calling Donna back into the classroom or go get another teacher. She was leaning more towards the latter over the former, as she could feel that there was something wrong,.
It had been a game when she and Claire had joked about Mr. Fenton having a crush on Donna because he seemed to stare at her and stay around her the most during class. But now... Lisa shivered a bit. Donna had usually taken the comments with denial, laughing at them. But, just yesterday, when they did it again, Donna had gone pale, stuttered her denial out, and run off before any questions could be asked. More than that, when Lisa studied her in class after that, she had noticed that Donna seemed almost...afraid of Mr. Fenton.
And then there was the look on Mr. Fenton's face the last few weeks, something that she had only really noticed yesterday but could admit that it had been on his face for a few weeks, even if she'd ignored it. It was a look of satisfaction, lust, and possession whenever he looked towards Donna. There were quite a few signs that there was something going on that, before, she was ignoring. Now, however, she wasn't able to do that anymore.
Taking another glance towards the door, she headed towards the teacher's lounge. She had a bad feeling about what was going on behind that door, and she really didn't want to face it alone.
Mrs. Winters had been a coach and PE teacher at the high school for six years. Before that, she'd worked as a social worker, one who specialized in getting kids and teens to to tell her things so that she may know if a they were being mistreated – or, as rare as it was, if someone they knew was being mistreated. It was a talent that had been carried over, making her rather popular among the students at the school, for most of them felt as if they could talk to her.
Not to say that they all the students were comfortable around her, or that all of them would willingly come to her to talk. And, even some of those who did, if their problems were more than what she was used to hearing, they were often set to the school therapist, Dr. Elisha Crowe.
For those who weren't comfortable to talk to her, she made note of them, able to see that there was something bothering them, and made herself available in case they wished to break the silence. Most notably, within the last month and a half, she'd been rather interested in Donna, having noticed that she'd withdrawn herself a bit back at the beginning of October. She had hoped that Donna would come to her about whatever it was that was bothering her – and Mrs. Winters had a few ideas, most of them centering around her isolation with the fact that her parents were often gone and she was alone in the house, a sort of parental neglect that was beginning to get to her.
So, when she saw Lisa Hines, Donna's best friend, open the door to the teachers' lounge and see her with a look of panic on her face, Mrs. Winters had a feeling that Donna had told her something. When she stood and headed towards the door, Lisa, after seeing her, motioned towards her, solidifying that feeling.
"Ms. Hines, what is the matter?" she asked. It took Lisa a few moments to get her breath back, having run there, but she did get it back quickly.
"I think Mr. Fenton's doing something bad to Donna," she said, which was not what Mrs. Winters was expecting.
"What?" she asked, as if she wasn't sure of what she'd just heard.
"I think Mr. Fenton's doing something bad to Donna," she repeated, adding on, "I think he's molesting her or something."
"And what makes you believe this?" Mrs. Winters asked, walking towards the science lab. She didn't ask the question because she didn't believe what Lisa was saying – being one of her favorites, she knew that Lisa had the makings of a really good social worker, particularly in spotting those who are being abused, physically, mentally, and even sexually.
"Mr. Fenton seems to like to be around her a lot, and I noticed the last few weeks that he's been keeping Donna behind after class, for no real reason. Donna hasn't mentioned why to me, but, after the first – or before that, I don't know when the change occurred, as I've been sick often in the last month – she's been, well, she seems to be terrified of him.
"And," - here, Lisa seemed to become uncomfortable - "and, Claire and I often tease Donna about Mr. Fenton having a crush on her, because he seems to like to be around her a lot, and, usually, she laughs it off, but yesterday, when we did it, she did a complete turnaround, going pale and stuttering that it wasn't true before running off," Lisa said.
Mrs. Winters nodded her head along, seeing that Lisa was right to be worried, and absolutely disgusted that a fellow teacher might actually be doing something to one of his students. As they passed the gym, Mrs. Winters slowed, knowing that she'd find the other PE teacher, Coach Clate, in there, as there was basketball practice going on.
Making a split decision to have him come with her – after all, he was an ex-cop who had retired from the force after a major injury almost left his family without him – she headed towards the door, after telling Lisa to hold on a second. Looking into the gym and spotting him immediately, she headed towards him.
"Marcus," she said, making a motion with her head to have him come with her. Seeing the serious expression on his face, he had his assistant take over while walking back into the hall.
"Lisa, stay here," she said, as Coach Clate came out. Continuing the walk to towards the science lab, Mrs. Winters filled Marcus Clate in on what Lisa had told her. Clate's face became stone-like the more she talked, until they got to the door to the class room. Looking at each other and then nodding, they opened the door.
Donna was pressed against the wall, tears in her eyes, which were more from the fact that he'd hurt her than any of his actions. Her hands were being held above her head by one his his, while his other one had slipped down her jeans. His lips were pressed against hers, hiding any sound she might make, though she did what she could not to.
It was this scene that Coach Clate and Mrs. Winters walked in on. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Donna looked at the two shocked and ashamed, while Fenton was just plain shocked. And, two the two teachers, it was very clear that Lisa's concerns about her friend were very valid as they took in the scene in front of them.
As they all came out of their shock, Donna felt a weight disappear from her chest, realizing that Fenton would never be able to this while she was in the school – at least, she had the feeling that he wouldn't – and that, with her parents coming home the next day, she'd have several days of not seeing him.
Maybe he'll find something, or someone, else to interest him she thought, having a hard time feeling guilty over wishing that it was some other girl he was interested in. As she was led out of the class by Mrs. Winters, she wished that something else would interest him so that he'd leave her alone.