Abandoned Teenager Stays with his Teacher and her Daughter: A Complex Web of Emotions

I agreed to stay with ms. Cook and her daughter for one week. I thought it would be nice to have electricity and hot water for a change. She even said she would let me bring kona. I just had to be good....

We walked out of the woods together. It was a very awkward walk that seemed to drag on forever. Probably because this was my fucking teacher that I just masturbated for. That usually is kind of awkward right? She tried to break the tension by talking. She was asking me where I think my mother was and why no one was taking care of me. I couldn't answer it. I had no idea where she was or why she left me. Honestly I didn't give a fuck. I was fine on my own. I was alive and fine. Sure the feeling of being abandoned got to me but that's what the drugs and alcohol were for.

When we came out of the woods I saw the car I had been seeing. Sure enough ms. Cook got in. I told her bye as I walked away.
"Hey get over here! Let me give you a ride to your house." She said.
I got in the car and told her where to go. The entire ride was silence except for me telling her where to go. Good thing it wasn't a long ride.

We arrive at my house and she has a slightly disgusted look on her face. I ignored it and got out. I lit a cigarette as I walked to the door. Marlboro red. Even though I was a broke piece of shit, I smoked decent cigarettes. I saw ms cook in the reflection of the glass door as I unlocked it. Standing about ten feet behind me. Hands on her hips with an extremely unhappy look on her face. I turned around and sarcastically said "what?" I was prepared for the guilt trip and judgement about my smoking habit.

"Those things will kill you. You know that right?" Ms cook said.

"I'm already dead inside Ms. cook."

I don't know why I said that. No one knew about the feelings in my head. No one knew about how worthless and unwanted I felt. No one knew about the depression and self hate boiling inside me.

"What do you mean?" She said. I could hear the worry in her voice.

"I don't know man. I'll come over eventually to stay or whatever."

"Okay." She said as she started walking to her car.

I went inside and finished my cigarette. Kona was happy to see me. I threw some food in her bowl and filled her water bowl. That was one spoiled dog. I'd go without eating just so she could eat. I made myself something to eat then began packing. I threw everything I owned in a backpack and called a friend to get him to take kona to ms cooks house later.

I smoked another cigarette and chugged some jack Daniels before I hopped on my motorcycle. It was a Harley Davidson shovel head bobber. My dad was building it before he died. It's really the only thing left of him that I had. I finished the project as a memorial for him.

I rode over to her house. The jack that I just drank added to everything I smoked and drank in the fort earlier. I was feeling nice. Not safe for riding at all though but fuck it.

I parked the bike in the street next to her house. It didn't look like it belonged there at all. I didn't look like I belonged either. Here I am,A ratty teenager wearing ripped jeans, Some stolen vans shoes and a support your local bandidos motorcycle club t-shirt. (The 1%er gang). The neighbors stared at me as I walked to the door. I tried to be as nice as possible. Usually I would say something like "what the fuck are you looking at" but I held back. I knocked on the door and she answered.

"Uhh hey ms cook. I'm here." I said in a slightly confused tone.

"Oh hi! I honestly wasn't expecting you to come. I'm so glad you did though."

"Well i mean... If you didn't expect it I guess I can go home."

"Oh no no no! I meant when I said I wanted you to come here. I just didn't think you meant it when you said you would. Come in! Meet my daughter!"

"Morgan!" She yelled up the stairs. "Come down here I've got someone for you to meet!"

I walked into the house. It was one of the biggest houses I've been in. The stairway was curved and absolutely beautiful. The walls were painted a beautiful dark red color and the floors were tile. There was a picture of a very pretty girl on a wall. She was blonde and tan. Like a surfer type of girl. She had a striking resemblance to Hayden Panettiere but way more beautiful. I looked around at the other pictures and saw one of the same girl holding a surfboard which supported my surfer girl guess.

"Morgan!" Ms cook screamed. "Get down here!"

I heard a groan from upstairs. Then I saw the girl from the pictures walking down the stairs. She was wearing a white undershirt with lace things around the neck of it and some really short shorts. They were tight on her fit body and I could make out every curve. Her long blonde hair was tied up. The way the sun shined on her through the window her tanned skin was almost glowing. Her blue eyes were shining as she looked at me.

"Uhh hello? Who are you?" The girl I assumed was morgan said.

"Morgan this is Brian. He's going to stay with us for a while. We are going to help him change for the better while he's here."

"Brian this is my daughter morgan. She's your age. You two could have a lot in common. You never know"

"Hi morgan. Nice to meet you." I said with an attempted smile on my face. I'm not good with situations like this.

"Uhh hi." She said rudely. "Mom can I go to my room now?"

Ms cook just glanced at her and back up the stairs she went.

"Sorry for her rudeness. I thought I raised her better than that"

"Ehh it's cool. I'm used to that kind of stuff."

"Well. Let's show you to your room and get you all settled in." She said

I followed her up the stairs. She pointed to each door telling me what room it was. We got to my room which was at

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