 |
|||
|
|
English Teacher
“Christ, I can’t do this. There is no way I can walk into the building today,” Jodi whispered to herself.
Going into the school this morning would be the end of a long night, or the beginning of a tumultuous day. Her hands where shaking. She reached into her purse to find a pack of gum, which would give her something to do so that she could focus some of that nervous energy. Her stomach turned, and she bit back the hot acidic bile that burned her throat.
“Please don’t throw up,” She pleaded. “Just make it through the day. You’re tough. You can do it. Worse things have happened. Just go in and get through today. Don’t think about it. You’ve got your lessons ready. The papers you took home last week are graded. It’s going to be an easy day. Just avoid them and you will be ok.”
Jodi picked up her leather bag and slowly got out of her car. Her knees grew week and her head spun as she stood. For a second she thought she would pass out. She steadied herself and walked inside.
It was nice seeing friendly faces. The other teachers smiled and ask how she was as she entered the office to sign in. There was some gossip exchanged and it began to seem almost like any other day. The nightmare seemed over. Everything was going to be ok.
She walked into her classroom assured that she could get through this. It was a bad thing to have happened, but life had not stopped. Then she saw the brown manila envelope on her desk. Her hands began to shake again as she torn it open. Inside was a picture of her last night. Naked and bound to a bed. Helpless. They had taken so many pictures like this one. They would show everyone if she told.
|
|
|