The Seductor

Breanna

For the last seventeen years I’ve asked the question, what is the point? I’ve spent years being the scapegoat of the family, crying out for an ounce of love and compassion that I’ve given up on praying for as praying is useless. Over the span of time, eons of women have been begging for their fathers, husbands, and significant others to see them, to value them, to love them. And it seems I’m not different. I know it’s possible, however, fate has decided it’s not to be written in my specific history book, as I can’t even be fortunate enough for my own father to love me. And once the worst tragedy ever hits my family, he wastes no time in making sure that I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m worthless, leaving me to fend for myself. But that’s okay, because my ticket onto my freedom flight hinges on the end of the year scholarship that I’m in the running for. I just need to make it there, by any means necessary.

           

Mr. Breckham

When Breanna walks into my History classroom all I can see is perfection. The need to conquer her is unbearable, my own personal Helen of Troy. I’ve seen nothing as perfect as her since my wife passed away. She’s gorgeous, smart, and my student. I know that lusting after Breanna is wrong, however, there’s something about her that draws you in and makes you want to be all the things for her. And I would. I’d be her protector, her lover, her confidant… but right now, as fate would have it, I’m busy being her savior. And who am I to go against fate and what the Gods set into motion for us? Thrusting us into our own trojan horse, leaving us waiting to see if we should jump out and face the next step. A decision has to be made before we can turn back, but the fates put us into each other’s orbit for a reason.
And since when have fates ever been wrong?