Headmaster Styles
Recovery
Real scars hide your real smiles.
February 11, 2012
A Swimming Pool
I woke up early this morning. Not because I wanted to go downstairs, and not because I wanted more ice cream. But because I couldn’t go back to sleep. Nothing could make me forget about this. I couldn’t live with him without crying or breaking down because of what he did.
“Anastasia? Are you awake?” The voice that appeared by my bedroom door made me jerk my head up to look. And once I made eye contact with him, I widened my eyes and scooted up to the top of my bed, afraid. “No. I’m sorry.” He walked into the room and I scooted up farther until my back hit the headboard.
“I don’t want to go downstairs. I don’t want to talk to you.” I said, tears forming in my eyes. I can’t even bare to look at you.
“Ana..” Ana? “What I did was shitty. I was drunk, and I was tired. I had to take my anger out on something.”
“You mean someone?” I rolled my eyes and I saw him tense up, because I rolled my eyes. So for protection, I grabbed my pillow beside me and held it over my body.
“I think that the alcohol was really speaking to me last night. I- I shouldn’t have touched you. I would have never touched you if I was sober.” Offense taken. “Touching a woman like that.. It’s horrid, and I should be punished for what I did. And…” He trailed off. “I guess you wouldn’t want to join me down by the pool today, would you?”
I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. He was wringing his fingers and all of a sudden he stood up and I jumped back.
“I hope you have the decency to forgive me after my childish actions. But I will be down by the pool in less than ten minutes. If you come, I would be happy with your presence. If you don’t come, then it wouldn’t bother me a bit.” He then walked out of my room and slammed my door shut.
Did I just witness a small child in that big, manly body?
But… I want more of that child. I want to be able to cherish that small child in his brave body. I want to… Not be afraid of him.
But it’s his fault that I’m scared of him. And it will always be his fault. His actions lead to my fear, and I can’t help that.
I took a deep breath and looked at the clock on my nightstand. It said ‘5:19’. It’s already five o’clock in the afternoon? Hell. And it’s already been nine minutes since he’s left.
I stepped off of my bed and walked to my closet. I pulled out my baby blue bikini and my black slip. Once I had my bikini on, I tugged the slip over my body and went downstairs.
I was afraid to go outside, because what if he really doesn’t want me out there? He wouldn’t have invited you then. I rolled my eyes at my idiocy.
Once I reached the patio door, I looked outside and at the pool. Harry was standing there in his black swimming trunks, just staring out into the distance. Does he expect me to go out there at all?
I took another deep breath before sliding open the patio door and letting my feet touch the lukewarm concrete. The wind was warm and soothing, and I wanted to get into that pool immediately because I knew it would be as warm as the temperature.
Then, Harry turned around and I clutched the side of my slip and took a step back. He gave me a warm smile and I blinked a few times to make sure it was real. He gave me smile. Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything, Ana.
Starting with letting a 23 year old look at your body while you’re in a bikini.
“Come on. The water’s great.” He motioned for me to get in, but his eyes still locked onto my body. “I won’t bite.” Something about that made me shiver, and his eyes were still focused on me as I dropped my slip to the ground. His eyes flickered up my body and his eyes met with mine. “Now I want you to get in.” He muttered harshly.
I bit my lip and as soon as my leg hit that water, chill bumps appeared all over my skin. The warm water was so satisfying and I dunked my head underneath the water.
When I came back up, Harry was all the way in the water now.
“Well look at you Mr. Styles. I bet this isn’t the first time you’ve been wet.” I laughed at myself and he scowled at me. “I’m sorry. It was in the moment!” I raised my voice a bit and sent water his way.
He closed his eyes and wiped the water from his face. “Did you just splash me Anastasia Greene?”
I widened my eyes and smiled. “Why yes Mr. Styles. I did.”
He took a step closer to me and I saw his fists balled under the water. “Do you know how long it takes me to get my hair like this?”
“No.” I jumped up and ran my wet hands all over his head. “But you can always do it again tomorrow.”
I took a few steps back and he cocked an eyebrow at me. “Splash me, one more time.” I sent water his way again and his mouth dropped open as the water fell from his forehead. “Oh now I’m going to get you.”
I shrieked and he began to come towards me, but I walked away from him making it hard for him to reach me. I kept on splashing him and splashing him, and we were getting to the shallow end of the pool so the water was uncovering our bodies.
“No!” I splashed him one more time before his arm wrapped around my waist and he threw me over his shoulder, spinning around in a circle.
I couldn’t control my giggles as he spun faster, but then he stopped and my feet touched the ground under the water again.
Yet, his hands were still grabbing a hold of my waist, making me look at him.
But then he pulled away from me and grinned. “I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”
“Well believe it or not, I’ve never seen you smile. Besides, you have fun like this when you aren’t stuck up and in your studies all the time.” I clasped my hands together and all of a sudden his expression went hard, making me frown.
“I go into those studies for a reason, Miss Greene. And if you can’t accept that, than maybe you shouldn’t worry about it so much. Just worry about yourself.” He turned his back towards me and I sighed.
“Don’t be turning your back on me now. We were having a good time.” I put my hand on his back, surprised of the heat that was coming off of it.
“Don’t touch me, Miss Greene. Do you remember what happened the last time I touched you? We wouldn’t want that happening again, now would we?” He snapped and I drew my brows together.
“Why don’t you like to be touched?” He looked over his shoulder and I slumped my shoulders when he shook his head. “Will you just answer me?!” I shouted and he snapped his body towards me, making me take a step back.
“No! I refuse to talk about myself! Let’s talk about you, shall we?” He crossed his arms and I shrugged my shoulders. “Why do you like to be touched so much Anastasia?”
“I have never been touched in my life. Well, my parents touched me but not in any disrespectful ways.” I shook my head and he squinted his eyes.
“How many guys have you slept with?” I scoffed and he rared back his teeth. “Answer the damn question.”
I sighed and stated, “I’m a virgin. I’m only seventeen.”
The look in his eyes made me regret telling him that. “You’re meaning to tell me, that a girl like you has never had sex before and you were surrounded by countless jocks and football players?” He laughed a little and ran his hands through his damp hair. “I have a hard time believing that Miss Greene.”
“Well I beg your pardon, Mr. Styles, but I wanted my first time to be special.” I crossed my arms and he let out a heated sigh.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, looking intently at me.
“Of course not,” I placed my hand in the shape of a fist over my heart, “Bros before hoes.” I’ve never had a real boyfriend except for my ex-bf Brandon. He called Malina a whore so I broke up with him. He said it would have been the worst mistake of my life, but actually it wasn’t.
“Amazing…” Harry said, interrupting my thoughts.
“What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?” I raised my eyebrows.
“I don’t talk about myself-”
“The least you could do is answer this one question!” I shouted and he sighed.
“No. I could never find a woman who wanted to stay with me for me. They either wanted sex or money. And ever since then, I believe that all women are the same. Uptight whore’s who only give a damn about two things.” He lifted up his forefinger, “Sex,” He held up his second finger, “And money.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. You’re seriously going to look at me and say that I’m like other women?” I threw my hands in the air when he nodded his head. “Unbelievable.”
“Yeah. And then they dump you out on the streets and you’re sitting there wondering what the hell you did wrong because your idea of a perfect woman just broke your heart-” He stopped. “And they convince you to talk about yourself so they can dig their sharp little claws under your skin and control you like a dog.”
“Well. I hate to burst your bubble, but it's a dog eat dog world.” I pressed my lips together and he raked his hands through his hair again. “Why did you ever-”
“No! No! I am not talking about myself again!” He was getting closer to me and I dropped my arms to my sides.
“Well the least you could do is make small talk. You don’t have to talk for 3 hours.” I stated and I felt that sharp pain on my wrist again, except it was on both.
He brought my hands up and began to shake them. “I don’t trust you, I don’t trust my mother. I don’t trust any people like you.” He grated and I looked at him.
“People like me?!” I yelled and he squeezed my wrists tighter. “You know, people like me wouldn’t be as irritating, or as selfish, or as locked in if it wasn’t for people like you! Every night for the past month I’ve been all alone because you’re the one who’s being selfish while I’m in your house trying to show you a little compassioon!”
His hand landed on my jaw and I whimpered. “Compassion is not what is flowing off of that little body of yours. I see recklessness, and you’re nothing but immature.”
“How would you know?! You wouldn’t know because you’re never around to find that out! If I had my own say in this house thing, I would move as far away from you as possible. Maybe to hell. Oh wait, nevermind. That’s where you’re going.”
“Oh.” He gave me a sarcastic smile. “Maybe I’ll give you a high five on the way down.” He threw both of his hands up, letting me take another step back from him.
“Real clever Harry, real clever.” I scoffed at him again and he widened his eyes.
“It’s Mr. Styles to you.” He said and I rolled my eyes and got out of the pool.
Then he grabbed a hold of my forearm and dragged me back to him. “Did you just roll your eyes at me Anastasia?” He growled.
I went to say something, but someone said, “Ehem.” And we both turned to the patio door to see Haley. “Headmaster Styles, your cousin Leann called and said that she couldn’t make it this spring. She said maybe she’ll come during the fall. Oh and, Headmaster Styles, Gina is on the phone and she wants to speak with you.”
He then pushed me away from him, grabbed his towel and stormed into the house.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my slip and my towel and walked past Haley, giving her a small smile as I approached the staircase.
“What did I interrupt?” She mumbled beside me as we ascended up the stairs.
“Nothing important. But I’m kind of glad you did because I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me that happened last night.” I stood beside my door and she gave me a caring smile.
“I’m sorry about that by the way.” She ran her hands down her apron and I shook my head.
“That had nothing to do with you.” I smiled at her once more before opening my door, going into my room, and closing the door behind me.
Once I changed into my sleep clothes, I relaxed on my bed and laid my head back.
I thought about calling Malina again so I could vent, but I knew she wouldn’t be at home at this time, and I can always just sleep and dream about a better explanation of what happenend a couple minutes ago.
And… If we’re going to fight like that every day, it’s going to be a hell of a ride for me.
February 11, 2012
A Swimming Pool
I woke up early this morning. Not because I wanted to go downstairs, and not because I wanted more ice cream. But because I couldn’t go back to sleep. Nothing could make me forget about this. I couldn’t live with him without crying or breaking down because of what he did.
“Anastasia? Are you awake?” The voice that appeared by my bedroom door made me jerk my head up to look. And once I made eye contact with him, I widened my eyes and scooted up to the top of my bed, afraid. “No. I’m sorry.” He walked into the room and I scooted up farther until my back hit the headboard.
“I don’t want to go downstairs. I don’t want to talk to you.” I said, tears forming in my eyes. I can’t even bare to look at you.
“Ana..” Ana? “What I did was shitty. I was drunk, and I was tired. I had to take my anger out on something.”
“You mean someone?” I rolled my eyes and I saw him tense up, because I rolled my eyes. So for protection, I grabbed my pillow beside me and held it over my body.
“I think that the alcohol was really speaking to me last night. I- I shouldn’t have touched you. I would have never touched you if I was sober.” Offense taken. “Touching a woman like that.. It’s horrid, and I should be punished for what I did. And…” He trailed off. “I guess you wouldn’t want to join me down by the pool today, would you?”
I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. He was wringing his fingers and all of a sudden he stood up and I jumped back.
“I hope you have the decency to forgive me after my childish actions. But I will be down by the pool in less than ten minutes. If you come, I would be happy with your presence. If you don’t come, then it wouldn’t bother me a bit.” He then walked out of my room and slammed my door shut.
Did I just witness a small child in that big, manly body?
But… I want more of that child. I want to be able to cherish that small child in his brave body. I want to… Not be afraid of him.
But it’s his fault that I’m scared of him. And it will always be his fault. His actions lead to my fear, and I can’t help that.
I took a deep breath and looked at the clock on my nightstand. It said ‘5:19’. It’s already five o’clock in the afternoon? Hell. And it’s already been nine minutes since he’s left.
I stepped off of my bed and walked to my closet. I pulled out my baby blue bikini and my black slip. Once I had my bikini on, I tugged the slip over my body and went downstairs.
I was afraid to go outside, because what if he really doesn’t want me out there? He wouldn’t have invited you then. I rolled my eyes at my idiocy.
Once I reached the patio door, I looked outside and at the pool. Harry was standing there in his black swimming trunks, just staring out into the distance. Does he expect me to go out there at all?
I took another deep breath before sliding open the patio door and letting my feet touch the lukewarm concrete. The wind was warm and soothing, and I wanted to get into that pool immediately because I knew it would be as warm as the temperature.
Then, Harry turned around and I clutched the side of my slip and took a step back. He gave me a warm smile and I blinked a few times to make sure it was real. He gave me smile. Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything, Ana.
Starting with letting a 23 year old look at your body while you’re in a bikini.
“Come on. The water’s great.” He motioned for me to get in, but his eyes still locked onto my body. “I won’t bite.” Something about that made me shiver, and his eyes were still focused on me as I dropped my slip to the ground. His eyes flickered up my body and his eyes met with mine. “Now I want you to get in.” He muttered harshly.
I bit my lip and as soon as my leg hit that water, chill bumps appeared all over my skin. The warm water was so satisfying and I dunked my head underneath the water.
When I came back up, Harry was all the way in the water now.
“Well look at you Mr. Styles. I bet this isn’t the first time you’ve been wet.” I laughed at myself and he scowled at me. “I’m sorry. It was in the moment!” I raised my voice a bit and sent water his way.
He closed his eyes and wiped the water from his face. “Did you just splash me Anastasia Greene?”
I widened my eyes and smiled. “Why yes Mr. Styles. I did.”
He took a step closer to me and I saw his fists balled under the water. “Do you know how long it takes me to get my hair like this?”
“No.” I jumped up and ran my wet hands all over his head. “But you can always do it again tomorrow.”
I took a few steps back and he cocked an eyebrow at me. “Splash me, one more time.” I sent water his way again and his mouth dropped open as the water fell from his forehead. “Oh now I’m going to get you.”
I shrieked and he began to come towards me, but I walked away from him making it hard for him to reach me. I kept on splashing him and splashing him, and we were getting to the shallow end of the pool so the water was uncovering our bodies.
“No!” I splashed him one more time before his arm wrapped around my waist and he threw me over his shoulder, spinning around in a circle.
I couldn’t control my giggles as he spun faster, but then he stopped and my feet touched the ground under the water again.
Yet, his hands were still grabbing a hold of my waist, making me look at him.
But then he pulled away from me and grinned. “I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”
“Well believe it or not, I’ve never seen you smile. Besides, you have fun like this when you aren’t stuck up and in your studies all the time.” I clasped my hands together and all of a sudden his expression went hard, making me frown.
“I go into those studies for a reason, Miss Greene. And if you can’t accept that, than maybe you shouldn’t worry about it so much. Just worry about yourself.” He turned his back towards me and I sighed.
“Don’t be turning your back on me now. We were having a good time.” I put my hand on his back, surprised of the heat that was coming off of it.
“Don’t touch me, Miss Greene. Do you remember what happened the last time I touched you? We wouldn’t want that happening again, now would we?” He snapped and I drew my brows together.
“Why don’t you like to be touched?” He looked over his shoulder and I slumped my shoulders when he shook his head. “Will you just answer me?!” I shouted and he snapped his body towards me, making me take a step back.
“No! I refuse to talk about myself! Let’s talk about you, shall we?” He crossed his arms and I shrugged my shoulders. “Why do you like to be touched so much Anastasia?”
“I have never been touched in my life. Well, my parents touched me but not in any disrespectful ways.” I shook my head and he squinted his eyes.
“How many guys have you slept with?” I scoffed and he rared back his teeth. “Answer the damn question.”
I sighed and stated, “I’m a virgin. I’m only seventeen.”
The look in his eyes made me regret telling him that. “You’re meaning to tell me, that a girl like you has never had sex before and you were surrounded by countless jocks and football players?” He laughed a little and ran his hands through his damp hair. “I have a hard time believing that Miss Greene.”
“Well I beg your pardon, Mr. Styles, but I wanted my first time to be special.” I crossed my arms and he let out a heated sigh.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, looking intently at me.
“Of course not,” I placed my hand in the shape of a fist over my heart, “Bros before hoes.” I’ve never had a real boyfriend except for my ex-bf Brandon. He called Malina a whore so I broke up with him. He said it would have been the worst mistake of my life, but actually it wasn’t.
“Amazing…” Harry said, interrupting my thoughts.
“What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?” I raised my eyebrows.
“I don’t talk about myself-”
“The least you could do is answer this one question!” I shouted and he sighed.
“No. I could never find a woman who wanted to stay with me for me. They either wanted sex or money. And ever since then, I believe that all women are the same. Uptight whore’s who only give a damn about two things.” He lifted up his forefinger, “Sex,” He held up his second finger, “And money.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. You’re seriously going to look at me and say that I’m like other women?” I threw my hands in the air when he nodded his head. “Unbelievable.”
“Yeah. And then they dump you out on the streets and you’re sitting there wondering what the hell you did wrong because your idea of a perfect woman just broke your heart-” He stopped. “And they convince you to talk about yourself so they can dig their sharp little claws under your skin and control you like a dog.”
“Well. I hate to burst your bubble, but it's a dog eat dog world.” I pressed my lips together and he raked his hands through his hair again. “Why did you ever-”
“No! No! I am not talking about myself again!” He was getting closer to me and I dropped my arms to my sides.
“Well the least you could do is make small talk. You don’t have to talk for 3 hours.” I stated and I felt that sharp pain on my wrist again, except it was on both.
He brought my hands up and began to shake them. “I don’t trust you, I don’t trust my mother. I don’t trust any people like you.” He grated and I looked at him.
“People like me?!” I yelled and he squeezed my wrists tighter. “You know, people like me wouldn’t be as irritating, or as selfish, or as locked in if it wasn’t for people like you! Every night for the past month I’ve been all alone because you’re the one who’s being selfish while I’m in your house trying to show you a little compassioon!”
His hand landed on my jaw and I whimpered. “Compassion is not what is flowing off of that little body of yours. I see recklessness, and you’re nothing but immature.”
“How would you know?! You wouldn’t know because you’re never around to find that out! If I had my own say in this house thing, I would move as far away from you as possible. Maybe to hell. Oh wait, nevermind. That’s where you’re going.”
“Oh.” He gave me a sarcastic smile. “Maybe I’ll give you a high five on the way down.” He threw both of his hands up, letting me take another step back from him.
“Real clever Harry, real clever.” I scoffed at him again and he widened his eyes.
“It’s Mr. Styles to you.” He said and I rolled my eyes and got out of the pool.
Then he grabbed a hold of my forearm and dragged me back to him. “Did you just roll your eyes at me Anastasia?” He growled.
I went to say something, but someone said, “Ehem.” And we both turned to the patio door to see Haley. “Headmaster Styles, your cousin Leann called and said that she couldn’t make it this spring. She said maybe she’ll come during the fall. Oh and, Headmaster Styles, Gina is on the phone and she wants to speak with you.”
He then pushed me away from him, grabbed his towel and stormed into the house.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my slip and my towel and walked past Haley, giving her a small smile as I approached the staircase.
“What did I interrupt?” She mumbled beside me as we ascended up the stairs.
“Nothing important. But I’m kind of glad you did because I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me that happened last night.” I stood beside my door and she gave me a caring smile.
“I’m sorry about that by the way.” She ran her hands down her apron and I shook my head.
“That had nothing to do with you.” I smiled at her once more before opening my door, going into my room, and closing the door behind me.
Once I changed into my sleep clothes, I relaxed on my bed and laid my head back.
I thought about calling Malina again so I could vent, but I knew she wouldn’t be at home at this time, and I can always just sleep and dream about a better explanation of what happenend a couple minutes ago.
And… If we’re going to fight like that every day, it’s going to be a hell of a ride for me.
Notes
Hey :) Sixth chapter, hope you like it x
Oh and Malina, I want to apologize. I haven't been writing on our story because 1. I've been sick, and 2. I don't know what to put next. I've been having a writer's block with that story, and I just don't know what to put next. I'm sorry for that.
Anyways, readers please comment, vote, and subscribe. It would make me happy :) -K. xx
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I think the Google things is fixed now! Has she tried it?
Probably not, it has been a good 4 months lol
I miss this story :-(
10/14/15