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hand, I have to be punished.
This made him smile. “Really, well, who’s going to deliver this punishment.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said standing and walking into his arms. “Maybe my sexy English teacher?”
There was a brief moment when I saw a bit of sadness in his eyes and I knew what it was from. The comment about him being my teacher was a touchy subject. It was something he wasn’t too proud of but the gloom disappeared and was quickly replaced with arousal. His hands played with my hair, fingers twirling fragile brown strands. He kissed me hungrily, hands sliding down my face and making their way down to my hips. They went under my shirt and squeezed my hips gently.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked over at his desk then me. I smiled and nodded. He pulled me toward his desk and I giggled uncontrollably.
This quickie was just as exciting as the first time I’d had sex with Devin. I was nervous we’d get caught but that only made it more of a rush. After we finished, I dressed.
“You go out first,” he said zipping his pants. “Then I’ll come, okay?”
I nodded.
As I left the classroom, Miller was walking by.
“Another study session?” He smirked.
I felt Devin’s body stiffen as he came out behind me. Though I couldn’t see his face, I could see Miller’s pale to a chalky white as he walked away.
“If he does that again, tell me.” He growled low.
I nodded.
“If he thinks he can just fuck you over, he’s got another thing coming.”
I said nothing, knowing he was just ranting. He walked me to my car and his face tilted towards mine slightly then he straightened. He had wanted to kiss me but knew he couldn’t.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Simmons.” I smiled.
“Have a good night, Ms. Bungah.”

Chapter Twenty-Two
Words could not express how much I cared for Devin. But I knew things would have to end soon and that saddened me. He loved me. He cared for me. He apologized when I was the one in the wrong, and yet, I still couldn’t bring myself to break it off.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. I loved him too much.
I’d just have to find a way to change my father’s mind.
So that’s what I did. I worked hard to try and find a way to change my father mind.
When I got home my father wasn’t there but Rebecca was. She was sitting at the kitchen table staring at her phone as if expecting it to ring. I was certain she didn’t hear me when I came in through the front door or else she would have said something snarky by now.
I stared at her curiously as she stared at the silver cell phone in front of her. The worried expression on her face concerned me a bit. What was she doing home so early and what was she so worried about.
“What’s going on?” I asked, voicing my concern.
Her head snapped up and she grabbed the phone she had been looking at and put it in her lap.
“How long have you been spying on me?” She snapped.
I sighed. I liked the quite Rebecca she wasn’t a complete asshole. “It’s not spying if the person is sitting in the kitchen. You know, a mutual area? Besides, I just got home.”
“How long have you been home?” She asked raising both of her eyebrows awkwardly. Her expression made her face look longer than it was.
“Geez, only for like a minute. Calm down.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just…leave me alone. Go to your room or something.”
“I was headed there anyway, grumpy. I just wanted to get something to drink.”
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and left her to mope around the house.
Once up in my room I tried to think of reasons I needed to stay in the U.S.. There was college, but I’d already told my father I was waiting a year before I went. The university already had all my information and I had tons of scholarships that would help me get there without out his help. I didn’t need his money for college.
Also the fact that if we were moving back to our old town it would be very awkward now that he was remarried. Our old home would bring back unneeded memories and discussions of my mother that none of us wanted.
I hoped that if I explained this to my father that he would reconsider this whole moving thing. My father was a man of authority and one that rarely changed his mind on things. I had never prayed before but I prayed tonight. I prayed he saw reason.
I’d figured out my game plan. I was going to sit my father down and talk him out of this move as soon as he got home. Fix dinner for him, give him a beer, hell rub his feet if I had to. Anything that he wanted. But an hour later my stomach had different plans for me.
I’m not exactly sure what I ate but it definitely was not agreeing with me. Instead of me going to my father, he found me, head hovering over the toilet. I was certain what I had was food poisoning and could only credit it to the tuna I’d had with my salad at lunch.
One rule. My mother had one rule and that was never eat tuna off a buffet bar. You never know how long it’s been sitting there.
I had broken that rule and now I was paying the price.
“Bud? Are you okay?” My father asked putting a hand on my back. “What happened?”
“Tuna.” I muttered.
“Oh, Layla. What did your mother say? You had it at school didn’t you? You know better.”
“Papa, please.” I groaned. “I feel awful.”
I couldn’t see Rebecca standing behind my father but I heard her snicker.
“You smell awful.” I figured she had her hand over her mouth because her words sounded muffled.
I wanted to say something snarky but vomited instead.
“How long have you been like this?” My father asked.
“Not long but I don’t feel too hot papa.”
“Do you feel well enough to get into bed?”
I thought about it for a moment. If I could get to my bed then I could just use the wastebasket next to my dresser. Well, after I emptied it. I’d already ruined the bag that was there when I first felt sick. I wasn’t sure if my father had been in my room but I was certain it was going to be smelly in there.
“I’m fine papa, just a bit of food poisoning.” I put my hands on the floor and managed to push myself up and stand on my own. I was standing but I felt bit woozy.
“Go to your room, get in your jams and I’ll make some of your mothers famous chicken soup.”
I smiled. I missed my mom’s soup, though it was only really famous to us. My father had only made it once before when Becca and I had the flu. She had said she didn’t like it and he never made it again. But tonight he was going against her wishes and I loved it. I loved the anger on her face more.
It didn’t take my father half an hour to make the soup and before long it served its purpose.
The soups warm temperature and slight liquor content had me out like a light within minutes of finishing it.
I didn’t get to sleep for long though. I was waking up throughout the night expelling the soup. There wasn’t much sleep to be had that night so I was surprised when I felt someone shaking me awake.
“Layla.” I heard my father murmur. “Wake up, love.”
I stirred groggily. “Hmm?”
I didn’t want to wake up. I couldn’t have been sleep for long.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat on the side of my bed.
I groaned.
“Love, I think it would be best if you stayed home today.”
My eyes shot open. “But-”
“No buts. No offense, but you look awful and I heard you all night. I know you barely got any sleep. You’re not going to be able to function.”
I closed my eyes. I had to go to school. I wanted to see Devin. But I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit through nine hours of teachers lecturing. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open. I wanted to see Devin but I wasn’t sure if was going to be able to go an hour without vomiting.
“Fine,” I mumbled. “I’ll stay home.”
“That’s my girl.” He stood and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I’ve got to get going. I’ve deactivated your alarm clock so it shouldn’t go off in fifteen minutes. I need to get going if I’m going to make it into the office early to finish those reports.”
I didn’t answer him and I didn’t think he expected me to. He knew I was really tired and as soon as he left I was asleep again.
“Layla.” Rebecca sighed. “Wake up.”
Suppressing a groan, I rolled over to face her. Light was pouring into my room which told me that my father had left hours ago. I didn’t know what she wanted but it had better be good to be waking me up. I was actually feeling a bit better and wasn’t actually vomiting anymore.
“You need to wake up. Your father wanted me to check on you.”
“I’m fine.” I never opened my eyes.
“Layla get up. I need to talk to you.”
She actually sounded concerned about something so I shook the sleep off and tried my best to focus.
“I wanted to ask you about what you saw yesterday.”
“What do you mean ‘what I saw?’”
“When you got home yesterday, I need to know what you heard.”
“Nothing.” I yawned. “I just saw you looking at your cell phone all worried and stuff.”
She nodded. There was something she wasn’t telling me, I was almost positive. The fact that she wasn’t demanding me to tell her what I saw was a bit of a hint too. She was normally so rude but now? When she needed something? It was all polite Becca.
“If you’re feeling up to it, do you mind joining me in the kitchen?”
If I’m feeling up to it? If I don’t mind? What the hell was she up to?
I nodded but was still a bit skeptical.
Following her down to the kitchen was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. My legs felt a tad weak and I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. But just thinking about food made my stomach roll.
When we reached the kitchen there were two bowls sitting out on the table.
“What’s going on?”
She smiled and I almost shit my pants. She had never smiled when it was just the two of us.
“I’ve made homemade ice-cream. Your father said you needed to eat. Won’t you have some?”
For a brief moment, I wondered if she had poisoned mine. I quickly dismissed that. She wouldn’t be trying to kill me, not when I meant so much to my father. He wouldn’t let my death go unnoticed.
She sat at the table and motioned for me to sit too.
“Eat…I promise I didn’t poison it. I know that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Well, you are being strangely nice to me today.”
She shrugged. “You’re sick.”
I wasn’t sure what she was up to but I wasn’t buying it.

Chapter Twenty-Three
“I don’t want this move anymore than you do, Layla.” Rebecca began to explain.