Teacher!England x Abused!Student!Reader (Oneshot)

Teacher!England x Abused!Student!reader. (oneshot)

Teach Me How to Love Again
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"..."- speaking

'...'- thoughts

_____- your name

(e/c)- eye color

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(No p.o.v )

No one really noticed her existence. She was shy...quiet. But most of all she was beautiful...or at least Arthur Kirkland thought so. He was her english teacher, but he loved everything about her...her smile, her laugh, the way her (e/c) eyes lit up when she was happy...everything about her amazed him. So when he saw she had a boyfriend, he was upset...then he saw the first bruise that was on her, (skin tone), angel like face, he made him so angry...how dare someone hurt his ____. He tried to talk to her about it, but she claimed she fell and that she was okay.....he knew better then that though. He knew her better then she realized.

It was her boyfriend....it had to be. He could just feel it in his blood. he was hitting her...abusing her...the bruises kept appearing but no one but him seemed to care enough to notice them. Every time he tried to confront her about them she would give him some bullshit excuse like ‘I fell’ or ‘I was just clumsy, its my own fault’ but he knew better...he wasn’t an idiot. He knew...he could see it in her now dull (e/c) eyes that she was hurt, upset...but most of all, scared.

(Your p.o.v )

‘Oh god he’s going to be so mad, I told him I would be there fifteen minutes ago!’ I thought as I ran to my boyfriends home. Ivan Braginsky had confessed to me his feelings a few months ago..he was so kind the first few weeks...but then I got a call from an old friend...he got so angry when I didn’t tell him who it was, just saying it was a friend...that was the first time he slapped me. I thought that hurt..god I wish I had known how bad his temper was. I finally got there and went in only to be slammed into the wall, his large hand tangled in my hair painfully.

“Where the hell have you been, sunflower?” he asked with and angry-calm voice, making me whimper a he tightened his grip. God I could smell the vodka on his breath...I dont know how much he drank...but he was drunk by now.

“I-I had to stay after school. I-I’m sor-” I couldn’t even finish my words before he slapped me..I know its going to bruise..all the beatings leave me bruised.

“Thats a lie ____. Who the fuck were you with you little whore?” he slurred, throwing me to the ground. I felt tears filling my eyes as I looked up at my boyfriend, terrified.

“Aw your crying. How cute” he spat and gave a sick, twisted, grin and dragged me up by my hair. He pulled me up so that we were eye to eye...I could only see anger in his violet hues...I cant even remember what the looked like with love in them.

“If you want to act like a little whore then I’ll treat you like one” he said, starting to drag me to his room. I begged him to let me go...not to do this.....that I loved him. But nothing I said was heard by the Russian man.
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It felt like hours before it was over. I hurt all over and I felt so dirty....so used. He had went to sleep next to me while I sobbed silently, gathering my clothes and painfully getting dressed. I could still feel him in me...I shuddered and cried more, limping out of the house and I went to the first person I could think of. Mr Kirkland. I knew where his home was because I had went there before for tutoring....Even though he was my teacher, we were close too. I went to him when I was upset. He would listen to my problems better then my parents or any one else really. I made it to the door, my clothes ripped in places and my hair was tousled...bruises covered my body...mainly on my hips and chest though. I banged on the door as hard as I could, ringing the door bell as well. I could hear him coming and as soon as the door opened I didn’t give him time to say anything before I hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest.

(Arthur’s p.o.v )

‘Who the bloody hell could that be...’ I thought as I paused in grading papers, getting up and walking to my front door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. God damn...” I said and got to the door, unlocking and opening it.

“What i-” I started to asked and I saw who it was...it was ____ my little innocent angel of a student. She looked horrible...I saw the bruises on her face and I knew who did this. I didn’t have time to ask what was wrong before she was clinging to me, crying so much. What could that monster have done to make my sweet ____ like this..?

“____? Poppet whats wrong? what happened?” I asked as I brought her inside, shutting the door. I rubbed her back, seeing the rips in her clothes. Oh god dont tell me that I’m right ...

“H-He I-I..” she started to cry more, gripping my shirt tightly. I frowned and slowly took her to the couch, sitting her down before I sat next to her.

“Calm down ____...here...let me get you some tea to calm you down then I need you to tell me what happened..okay?” I asked softly and she nodded some, rocking back and forth some. I got up and went to the kitchen, making her some tea as I tried to think of a better explanation for her appearance then what I was thinking. I sighed and get her tea, taking it to her as I sat next to her again.

“Here you go, love...now can you tell me what happened...?” I asked softly and she took the tea with shaky hands, taking a small sip before she sat it down.

“.....I-I left school after your class this evening.....b-but where you wanted to talk to me afterschool I  was running late to go to Ivan’s house....a-and he b-beat me....then he.....he” she was having trouble saying it.

“Shh... its okay... take your time..” I said, rubbing her back gently. The younger took a deep breath, letting it out shakily as she nodded.

“....H-He asked me where I was and I told him I was at school doing something....He d-didn’t believe me and called me a w-whore....th-then he said I-If I was going to a-a-act like a whore he would treat me like one....H-He took me to his room a-and he...he raped me” her voice gave out at the end and she started crying again. Anger surged through my veins and made my blood boil. How dare  he hurt her...violate this innocent young woman...this...this angel of a girl. It made my stomach churn in disgust.

“____ we need to take you to a hospital....I know this is embarrassing but you need to go...It’ll be okay I promise” I said and after a few minutes she finally complied.....it was a very silent ride to the er.

-Le Timeskip-
(no p.o.v )

Months had passed since then and Ivan had been arrested...but ____ wasn’t the same.. she was so much more sad looking...there was no life in her eyes. She looked like she was dead. Arthur was worried about her...he loved her so much. He knew she was a senior and turning 18 soon, so he was hoping he could wait to tell her how he felt....but he couldn’t.

“____? Could you stay after class? I need to speak to you about something” he said and said girl looked up from her desk.

“Huh...? Okay..” she said. The rest of class went by and soon the bell rang, the others filing out until it was just them.

“What did you need to see me about Mr Kirkland?” she asked and he smiled some.

“Please, call me Arthur. And its about whats going on with you poppet...I need to tell you something...”

“what is it..?” she asked and he gulped, quickly kissing her lips.

“I-I really like you ____ and I cant stand to see you like this..” he said and she blushed so much.

“M-Mr- Arthur...Y-Your my teacher...and I dont know if I even know how t-to love any more...” she said, looking down. Arthur grabbed her chin gently and made her look at him.

“Like you just said...I’m a teacher..” he said and she sniffled, smiling only the slightest

“Then please....Teach me how to love again..” she said and he smiled softly, pressing their lips together gently.

‘I will’