Wrote this in the middle of the night last night.
Short story. Drama. Fiction. For teens and young adults. Critique. Be mean if you hate it...I'm serious. Takes place: Last day of school for a highschool student. She has been having an afair with her teacher. He no longer wants to continue with their 'love'. Set in big city.
Goodbye Mr. Henry
She didn’t expect him to invite her to walk with him, this being the last time she could honestly rebel on his kind’s authority; she didn’t expect much of him anymore anyway. Taylor Henry hadn’t been himself lately, and it was because of her. No one had ever tied two and two together, wondering about a more than friendly relationship.
“I’m not a student any more, Taylor. Ever if somebody would realize just now, its okay,” her voice was calm, as though what she had surprisingly said was a natural day-to-day sentence, too bad it wasn’t.
“I’m not sure if that matters,” the man’s tone was stark, sounded almost bitter, controlling.
The patters from their footsteps were the only noise for a while. The pavement had become a devious ally; the concrete seemed to laugh at her, the tapping calling her naïve somehow. She noted how their pace had quickened.
“Do you regret it then?” she cocked her head sideways while her cheeks seem to twinge.
“Of course not. It was fun. An exciting experience…for both of us.”
“That’s all?”
She waited for an answer. She wished she could remember the feeling of seeing him when they had first come together. Her recollection forcing a faint flutter of heart. She hated how she couldn’t just tug him down just to see his eyes; a crisp green not unlike his velvet tie he confidently paraded. This vocal denial was so horrible. It was a new habit he had taken up, something more she could blame herself for.
“That’s all…” he throat had begun to shudder.
“You lie!” she stopped to see him take one more eager step away from her, “Look at me! You loved, don’t you dare tell me otherwise. You wouldn’t have asked for this if it wasn’t true!” She
quit screaming to wipe a tear.
“It’s not…”
“I don’t know why you look down at me. Are you worried about an image for yourself? After the fact, no less? Well it’s safe now. You were scared, I know,” the pitch in her speech shot,” I felt the same.”
“It’s a matter of shame and dignity! What we did was wrong, we should suffer, I most of all. So what if I felt love? Love has absolutely nothing to do with what the world will think!”
“The world? Damn the world! Who cares what anyone thinks? There’s no proof that so called wrong things ever even happened! God, Taylor, I love you!” She sighed in a moment of exhaustion, “But you are right, you should suffer for what you’re doing: turning your back on us. It should kill you! I hope it does.”
“Perhaps goodbye, then.”
“Goodbye Taylor.”
“I think it’s Mr. Henry, again.”
She wanted to scream with sadness, almost a rage, but she didn’t. She couldn’t let herself care anymore.
“Goodbye Mr. Henry.”