me. Did it really happen? Did Marc Blackwell really come up to my room last night?
I smell his cologne against my duvet, and know tha t it’s true. He really did knock at my door in the middle of t he night, and he really did say on Monday he was going to punish me.
My stomach turns over as I think about that. He says he’ll take care of me, but punishment isn’t taking care of someone. When he talked about spanking me or tying me up, I admit it felt ... exciting. Okay, mo re than exciting. But to do anything like that for real ... I just don’t know.
I check my watch. It’s noon and it’s Saturday. Noon ! I don’t think I’ve ever slept in so long my whole life. I’m used to working most days of the week, and when I’m not, I’m taking care of Samuel or cleaning .
I sit bolt upright. I should be getting the train back home to see Dad and Samuel. I pick up my phone and dial Dad’s number.
He picks up straight away. ‘Hello love. How are you?’
‘I’m about to come down to visit,’ I say. ‘But I’m running a bit late -’
‘Don’t be silly.’ He cuts me off. ‘This is your first weekend at college. Get settled in. Get used to your new room. Spend time with the other pupils. I wouldn’t dream of you coming home.’
‘Okay,’ I say. ‘Thanks Dad.’
What do students do on Saturday? I have no idea, but I need to do something to take my mind off Marc .
I send Jen a text: I’ve just had a window into your life, Saturday with nothing to do! xx
She texts back straight away: You’ve only just woken up? Welcome to my world! MISS YOU BABES!! xxxx
I smile , and head towards the cafeteria , but there’s something going on in the campus main square. Students are dressed in bright coloured wig s, painted like clowns and handcuffing themselves together.
I see Tanya among them, and she comes running up to me. ‘Sophia! We were just about to come and get you.’
I see Tom behind her wearing a bright blue fright wig. ‘Fetching, don’t you think?’ he says.
‘Very,’ I laugh, with a yawn. ‘Sorry. I just woke up. ’
‘We’ve got one for you,’ says Tanya, running to a cardboard box and returning with a bright red wig.
‘What’s this all about?’ I ask.
‘Student Rag week,’ says Tom. ‘Raising and Giving. Which means we all dress up like arses, and roam the streets asking for money. Tied to each other.’
I smile. ‘Sounds like fun.’ And a great way to distract myself from Marc .
Tanya waves the wig at me ‘A new hairstyle for you.’
A silly, vain part of me is glad Marc isn’t accommodated on campus. I’d be embarrassed for him to see me wearing this wig, but he’s not here, so when in Rome ...
‘Thanks,’ I say, tugging on the wig. ‘I guess I’ll be needing some make-up too.’
‘And a beer,’ says Tom, reaching into a cooler box and throwing me a can of fosters.
‘At midday?’
‘You’re a student now,’ says Tom. ‘Prepare for alcoholism. This is just breakfast.’
He opens my can for me. ‘Drink, drink, drink!’
‘Okay, okay.’ I take a sip from the can.
Ryan comes over with a bottle of evil looking bright red liquid and a plastic shot glass.
‘She needs a shot too,’ he says.
‘She’s only just woken up,’ says Tom. ‘Give her a chance, she can probably still taste the toothpaste.’
‘ You just gave me a beer,’ I laugh.
‘Sophia, my love. It’s F osters. It’s practically a soft drink.’
‘Take a shot,’ says Ryan, pouring red liquid into the shot glass. He fills it so high that liquid spills onto the floor and stains the concrete.
‘I’m surprised smoke isn’t coming off the floor, the look of that stuff,’ says Tanya. ‘Ryan, it’s too early.’
‘No, she needs a shot,’ says Ryan, pushing the glass towards me.
I sigh. ‘Fine.’ I take the glass and down it, swallowing quickly so it doesn’t come back up again. Part of me wants to get a bit drunk today . Anything to forget about Marc and last night.
I smell his cologne against my duvet, and know tha t it’s true. He really did knock at my door in the middle of t he night, and he really did say on Monday he was going to punish me.
My stomach turns over as I think about that. He says he’ll take care of me, but punishment isn’t taking care of someone. When he talked about spanking me or tying me up, I admit it felt ... exciting. Okay, mo re than exciting. But to do anything like that for real ... I just don’t know.
I check my watch. It’s noon and it’s Saturday. Noon ! I don’t think I’ve ever slept in so long my whole life. I’m used to working most days of the week, and when I’m not, I’m taking care of Samuel or cleaning .
I sit bolt upright. I should be getting the train back home to see Dad and Samuel. I pick up my phone and dial Dad’s number.
He picks up straight away. ‘Hello love. How are you?’
‘I’m about to come down to visit,’ I say. ‘But I’m running a bit late -’
‘Don’t be silly.’ He cuts me off. ‘This is your first weekend at college. Get settled in. Get used to your new room. Spend time with the other pupils. I wouldn’t dream of you coming home.’
‘Okay,’ I say. ‘Thanks Dad.’
What do students do on Saturday? I have no idea, but I need to do something to take my mind off Marc .
I send Jen a text: I’ve just had a window into your life, Saturday with nothing to do! xx
She texts back straight away: You’ve only just woken up? Welcome to my world! MISS YOU BABES!! xxxx
I smile , and head towards the cafeteria , but there’s something going on in the campus main square. Students are dressed in bright coloured wig s, painted like clowns and handcuffing themselves together.
I see Tanya among them, and she comes running up to me. ‘Sophia! We were just about to come and get you.’
I see Tom behind her wearing a bright blue fright wig. ‘Fetching, don’t you think?’ he says.
‘Very,’ I laugh, with a yawn. ‘Sorry. I just woke up. ’
‘We’ve got one for you,’ says Tanya, running to a cardboard box and returning with a bright red wig.
‘What’s this all about?’ I ask.
‘Student Rag week,’ says Tom. ‘Raising and Giving. Which means we all dress up like arses, and roam the streets asking for money. Tied to each other.’
I smile. ‘Sounds like fun.’ And a great way to distract myself from Marc .
Tanya waves the wig at me ‘A new hairstyle for you.’
A silly, vain part of me is glad Marc isn’t accommodated on campus. I’d be embarrassed for him to see me wearing this wig, but he’s not here, so when in Rome ...
‘Thanks,’ I say, tugging on the wig. ‘I guess I’ll be needing some make-up too.’
‘And a beer,’ says Tom, reaching into a cooler box and throwing me a can of fosters.
‘At midday?’
‘You’re a student now,’ says Tom. ‘Prepare for alcoholism. This is just breakfast.’
He opens my can for me. ‘Drink, drink, drink!’
‘Okay, okay.’ I take a sip from the can.
Ryan comes over with a bottle of evil looking bright red liquid and a plastic shot glass.
‘She needs a shot too,’ he says.
‘She’s only just woken up,’ says Tom. ‘Give her a chance, she can probably still taste the toothpaste.’
‘ You just gave me a beer,’ I laugh.
‘Sophia, my love. It’s F osters. It’s practically a soft drink.’
‘Take a shot,’ says Ryan, pouring red liquid into the shot glass. He fills it so high that liquid spills onto the floor and stains the concrete.
‘I’m surprised smoke isn’t coming off the floor, the look of that stuff,’ says Tanya. ‘Ryan, it’s too early.’
‘No, she needs a shot,’ says Ryan, pushing the glass towards me.
I sigh. ‘Fine.’ I take the glass and down it, swallowing quickly so it doesn’t come back up again. Part of me wants to get a bit drunk today . Anything to forget about Marc and last night.
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