Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hazel Eyes ❯ My Teacher, My Traitor ( Chapter 15 )

Hazel Eyes

 

Chapter Fifteen

 

My Teacher, My Traitor

 

Introducing

 

(Skye's English Teacher… Wait, What?)

 

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I was thrown against the padded wall, my shoulder the first to be knocked out of place. The pain was unbearable, it burned and all I could do was whimper pathetically in my abuser's wake.

 

I remember one day in the late year of nineteen-ninety-nine, Holly-May had come home screaming in agony from net-ball practice, holding her shoulder tenderly and knocking away any hand that should dare get to close to her wounded shoulder. She did, however, let the doctor touch it, only to scream louder then the women in the birthing unit.

 

The doctor had popped it back into place, a sickening `cluck' sound was the last thing me and my mother heard before Holly passed out cold.

 

“I didn't even kick you that hard!” Colt laughed, easily walking over to me and pulling me to my feet. He looked at my shoulder, an eyebrow lifting up high. I was wearing a plain black tank top, so it was easy to see the bruising that was starting to show and the heavy swelling. “Okay, maybe I did kick you that hard.”

 

I narrowed my eyes “You think?”

 

My eyes widened as he brought his left hand to my shoulder and his right to the side of my collar bone, what the hell did he think he was doing? “Colt, no, please I really don't want-”

 

`Clunk' there was that horrible sound, which seemed even more unbearable to think about then the actual pain itself. I screamed and cried and wretched my body away from Colt, but he only seemed to draw me closer, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.

 

“Don't be a baby with me; you're the one who wanted to have a go at it.” He lectured, as if I was a small child being scolded for touching a hot pot of water, when I knew it would be scolding hot.

 

I blushed lightly, forgetting the throbbing pain in my shoulder for a second while Colt held me to him. I had come by Colt earlier this morning and noticed him kick boxing in one of the many empty room's. Intrigued by his skill, I simply asked if I could try and after a few kicks and punches at the punching bag, Colt inquired if I wanted to spar with him. I agreed, a swift interval away from my punch and a kick from him later, here we are.

 

I leaned into him, although deep down I knew I enjoyed the contact “But I didn't asked you to pop my shoulder out of place” I defended.

 

He leaned in closer, still rubbing my shoulder in a soothing pattern. I had no idea he even knew how to be gentle, let alone soothing. I tilted my head to the right, his lips simply centimeters away from my own. He hadn't brushed his teeth this morning, but somehow the bad breath didn't at all faze me as much as the thought of him not kissing me did.

 

“Then maybe I should apologize for my brutal behavior.” He murmured, leaning in just a little…

 

The door busted open and in popped a man, armed with a rifle and bullet proof vest “Colt, sir?”

 

I groaned, but made out it was from the pain in my shoulder. A guard that had been standing outside my bedroom door earlier was standing at the doorway, his face void of emotion, but I knew he caught the whole thing. Colt let go of me hastily and walked over to him “Yeah?”

 

“Mr. Myers wishes to speak with you and the girl.” With a swift turn, he left and Colt turned towards me, nodding towards the door.

 

“We should see what the old man wants.”

 

I'd rather know what Colt wanted.

 

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Okay, so maybe I had a little crush on Colt, and maybe some attraction for Dean in the beginning to.

 

Gross! What am I saying? These two narcissistic cretins kidnapped me. Twice! I had to find a way to get out of here and fast before Stockholm syndrome started to take effect of my rapidly reducing brain cells. I mean, seriously, surrounded by bad boy hot guys would be nice if I was back home with my friends, but right now I was seriously annoyed at all the cliché shit.

 

We walked down the hall and passed some very mean looking pictures, which Colt pointed out to me were his family, going way back to the eighteenth century.

 

“Look's like your futures looking bold.” I joked. Colt seemed to take it to heart as he mumbled something and snapped at me to hurry up. I rolled my eyes, sometimes he could be worse then a girl.

 

I looked down at the ends of my hair, smelling something funny coming from its direction. I pulled a strand of my hair to my nose and wrinkled it in disdain, my hair reeked, not that it surprised me; I hadn't washed it since I came from Dean's estate three days earlier. Glaring at the back of Colt's head and growled.

 

“When can I get more then a two minuet shower, without someone waiting for me outside the door, calling out my name every four seconds?” I cried, very irritated. Colt's shoulders shook, which gave me the notion he was silently chuckling at my very lame attempt at a complaint. I never got an answer before we reached Colt's father's office, which looked irritably similar to Dean's.

 

Dark green wall's lined the room, a white rimming towards the ceiling. It was spacious, with a leather couch and two leather single seats off the side, situated in front of a bay window. A book shelf that was seemingly covered in leather books was towards the back wall, with his very large oak desk sitting right in front. It reminded of something out of a James Bond movie.

 

Mr. Myers was standing there, his trademark wooden cane hitting the ground twice in a jolly fashion. He grinned wide, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes looking even deeper. “Skye, Colt, come in. I have someone that I wish you two to meet.”

 

Like I hadn't met enough people this week, he decided to introduce another.

 

A man stood off to the side, stepping forward to reveal himself. I gasped, stepping forward; ready to leap into his arms. I was so out of here! I moved forward, latching onto the man's arm like my life very well depended on it, which it probably did.

 

“Mr. Alex! You have to get me out of here, these people kidnapped me!” I cried, shaking him when he only looked at me and smiled. Mr. Alex had been my high school English teacher for the first two years of my high school life. He was great and I was probably one of his more first foot forward students. In fact, he had just been a substitute for my advanced English class two days before Spencer and Cole had kidnapped me.

 

I shook him again when he still didn't make a move for the exit, which Colt was blocking with his fat ass. “Mr. Alex…? We have to leave, we have to get out of here and get help…” I was desperate now, why wasn't he moving?

 

Mr. Myers looked at me and smiled; a very ironic smile I didn't like at all. I looked back at Mr. Alex and let go of his arm, stepping back and shaking my head in disbelief “Your one of them, aren't you?” I accused, already knowing the answer as he sighed and ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. He took at a step towards me, but I wouldn't let him reach me.

 

“Skye, calm down, you're getting yourself all worked up love.” His voice was soothing, trying to get my guard down. The room began to spin violently and I had to lean against Mr. Myers desk before I passed out. Was everyone in the world against me?

 

Colt moved forward to help me, for whatever reason he wanted to help me, I didn't know. My shoulder throbbed and felt heavy, I could tell it was badly bruised and swollen and my head was pumping blood rapidly. Before Colt could get to me though, his father whipped out his cane in front of Colt's path, grinning like a mad man. He was facing me and ignoring his son's glares.

 

“Miss Glenn, Colt, this is my good friend. Alec Harson.”

 

I remembered letting out a strangled cry before hitting the floor.

 

-

 

“He was a school teacher?” Tessa mused, leaning her right hip on the plain wooden planked desk.

 

“Yep, a high school teacher. But it get's better.” Explained Jean, typing furiously away at his laptop; it had been surprisingly easy to get into Alec Harson's personal records, which implied he was an honest hard working American citizen. In order for Dean to take down Harson's business and his team, he had to get inside information and this is where Jean Crammond's computer skills came in very good hand. “Alec Harson took a leave of absence in 2005, moving to Australia, but you'll never guess which part of Australia-”

 

“New South Wales, Sydney.” Tessa blurted, making Dean's left brow raise curiously.

 

Jean had furrowed his own brows, looking at Tessa skeptically. “Yeah, how did you know?”

 

Tessa rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, contemplating whether or not to make Jean believe she was psychic “It's on the screen dumb-ass.”

 

Jean mumbled something, rolling his eyes when he seen Tessa strain to hear what he had said “Anyways, you remember that girl? The last job Dean, Spencer and Cole did? Turns out from the computer files from St. Richards College, the school Harson had applied to, he had been very specific to be placed in advanced English classes. In every class he had had for the first two years of working at St. Richards, he taught in every one of Skye Glenn's English classes. He took a year off after that, and recently came back to the school as a substitute in guess whose class?”

 

“Skye Glenn.” Dean said, grinning as he leaned over Jean's shoulder to look at the computer “So what? Could just be a coincidence.”

 

“Is it a coincidence that he offered to train Skye when she signed up for the peer-tutoring program?”

 

Dean looked at Jean oddly “How do you know that?”

 

Jean was the one to grin now “Skye Glenn's name came up a lot in his marking criteria, so I looked up her file as well. Turns out Harson gave up a lot of after school time to help this girl in other subjects as well and when she went missing, Harson suddenly quite his job. Police looked in on him but dropped him as a potential suspect; with Gage Myers as his alibi for the afternoon she went missing… the cops really had no case against him.”

 

Dean's mouth twisted in a scowl, how come he had no idea Alec Harson was a suspect? Why would Gage Myers cover for him when he had nothing to do with the kidnapping? Why would Gage Myers cover for him at all…? “And you would know about this how?”

 

Jean shrugged, minimizing Alec Harson and Skye Glenn's files to show Dean a news paper clipping he had found on the internet, which was published exactly a month and a half after Skye went missing. Pictures of Alec Harson and Skye Glenn lined the front page with `Teacher Involved in Sydney Girls Disappearance?'

 

Dean laughed sarcastically, if this all added up correctly, the Sydney Morning Herald was right on the dot about Harson and his involvement in the girls ironic disappearance. Although, he was a little disappointed that everyone was a suspect, except for the real kidnappers. Crime was never worth it unless you got some promotional value.

 

“So basically, Gage is a traitor and Alec Harson was the one who really wanted the girl?”

 

“No.” Jean said simply “It looks to me like they're in it together, Gage get's us to deliver the girl to take the edge away from Harson, Harson has the girl and Gage Myers get's something out of it… but what?”

 

“So I guess we have everything we need. But why would he want the girl in the first place, to go through this much trouble, she must have something they want?” Tessa mused.

 

“Jean, get up her file again and family history.” Dean ordered. Although he had looked her file up in the beginning for a run through to make sure she was the girl he needed, there must have been something he overlooked… something that would make sense of all this. Jean complied and pulled up the girl's medical files, her parent's files and her birth certificate.

 

Dean looked at the screen, ignoring Jean's obvious uncomfortable posture “If you wanna use this thing, go right ahead, but give me some breathing space man!”

 

Dean sighed irritably and moved back “Just hurry it up.”

 

Jean's brows furrowed deeper as he looked over the prints of paper's dating back to 1991 and even 1990. He stopped scrolling down when he reached something interesting “Their file system's suck, three seconds tops to get into her file. Carl Glenn and Laura-Sue Montgomery Glenn are her adoptive parents.”

 

Dean's posture was back over Jean as he sat, interested in this new information “Let me guess, she doesn't know?”

 

“I'm just going with what's on the screen Dean-o.” Jean muttered, pushing the older man away from the back of his head. It was something about another man's torso so close to his face that just rubbed him the wrong way “She was sent to the Oxley Park Children's home in Queensland, Australia when she was six years old by an anonymous family friend under the name Artesia Collister, but left before any form's or proof of identity could be forwarded. She was severely traumatized, malnourished and had to hospitalized with a special therapist for six months before she was legally adopted by Carl and Laura-Sue Glenn-”

 

Jean didn't get to finish before Dean had charged out of the room, almost pulling the door off its hinges, and was out of sight. Tessa frowned and asked Jean to go on and print anything they may seem for useful information. She followed Dean back to his office, stopping at the door as she watched him dial the number to Calistoga Gardens Nursing Center. She knew exactly what he was doing, she knew there was something about that girl… but she couldn't be who he thought she was.

 

“Hello? I'd like to speak with a Mrs. Jennifer Gayle” he paused “She isn't a Mrs. anymore? Well that's interesting, can I please talk to her now?” another pause and then a sickly sweet smile spread across Dean Collister's face “Hello? Nanny Gayle?” the way he said her old nickname from when he was a kid made Tessa cringe “Its Dean Collister, I think you remember me. You don't? Not even after you kidnapped my little sister and took her to another country for adoption…? Artesia, remember her?” He grinned this time and Tessa couldn't help but shiver at the cruel tone he was taking “I'll be seeing you very soon Mrs. Gayle.” Where his last words before he hung up the phone.

 

He turned, not at all fazed by Tessa's figure standing in the doorway “I'm going to need some transportation to Mr. Myers estate Tessa.”

 

Tessa's eyes widened “Dean, come on, you don't honestly believe she's… her, do you?” Was he really that gullible to fall into a trap obviously set up by Alec Harson? What happened to saving Claudia? No matter how much Tessa disliked the girl.

 

“I don't know Tessa, but I can't leave her in the dark, not again” he muttered, taking his twenty-two out of the draw and checking that it was fully loaded. “Get me a bike, it's faster, then tell Jean to round up the rest of the guys in case things get a little nasty. Knowing Myers, he'll think something's up the moment I get there and have some sort of protection, I can't risk having him dead or Skye hurt before I get some answers.”

 

Tessa couldn't believe it, he was completely serious.

 

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Final Words

 

Tessa: “To think, I'm related to that idiot.”