TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 18
THEME: 18+ ROMANCE
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DO NOT PLAGIARIZE
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Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐f 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔€𝒙𝒚, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝑴𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 f𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 - 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 f𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎?𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 f𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔
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I have never been on a plane before.
In fact, this was my first time traveling out of the city.
Marge and I made a pit stop at the airport coffee shop before we headed to the gate.
We sat at a table near the window, with our drinks, watching as the planes landed and took off.
I had always wanted to fly.
Fly to a place far away, where no one knew who I was or where I came from.
Where I had no problem or worry or responsibility.
A place where I could be free.
To run away…
Like my good-for-nothing father.
He was a deadbeat.
He left me and my sisters with a sick mother.
And, no explanation. Nothing. Just gone.
And, for 3 years, we have never heard from him.
“Are you excited?” Marge asked.
"Yeah, kind of." I replied.
"I'm jealous of you, Zoe. You know. You’re going to Las Vegas with a bunch of sexy billionaires."
She sipped her coffee and giggled.
“Who knows, you might meet someone you like and fall in love." She said.
I laughed.
"What's so funny? It could happen." Marge said.
"It's not going to happen, Marge." I shook my head.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Because….” I trailed off.
Because I could never love anyone, the way I loved Master.
I was obsessed.
Obsessed with his touch. With his scent.
With his smile. With the sound of his voice.
He was a drug.
A drug that was bad for me. It was wrong.
Unhealthy. And, impossible.
"I just can't. Besides, I don't want to. I'm just doing this for the money. Enough money to never have to work again." I explained.
"Ok. If you say so. But, remember, there is nothing wrong with falling in love, Zoe." Marge told me.
"I'm not looking for a relationship, Marge. Trust me the last thing I want to do is end up like you and your boyfriend.” I replied.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Marge snapped. “Chris and I are perfectly happy, thank you very much."
"Marge, you don't see the way he treats you. He is an a$shole. He takes advantage of your kindness and your love. He is a user, and a loser, and you deserve better.” I blurted out.
“That’s not true.” Marge yelled.
“That’s not true…” I scoffed. “The man takes every single penny you earn from your job and spends it on gambling and hookers."
"Well, not all the time." She replied.
"Every single time. Every day. And, then he comes back home, and you take him in.” I said.
“He doesn’t love you, Marge. He doesn't even care about you." I told her.
I didn’t care if I was harsh to her. She needed to hear the f+ckin truth.
"Stop it, Zoe." Marge looked away, as her eyes began to water.
"Marge…” I reached out to touch her hand, but she moved away.
"He is the only man I have ever loved. And, I love him. He needs me, Zoe. He needs me." Marge cried.
"But, who is there for you, Marge?" I asked.
“What do you want me to do, Zoe?” She asked. Her tone suddenly changed.
"Huh? Do you want me to be like you…. Miserable… alone… trying to f+ck a man who clearly doesn’t want you and who I warned you not to f+ck?” Marge yelled angrily.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
"I read your diary. The one you keep in your locker at the club.” Marge spat.
My eyes went wide. Marge read my diary!
"Oh, don’t look so surprised, Zoe. Who in their stupid mind, would leave a diary in a cubicle, at a strip club? A f+cking idiot, that's who." She spat.
"You went through my things?" I yelled in anger.
"No, I didn’t go through your things. It was staring me right in my face. I thought I would have a quick read and return it. But then I saw your entries. About Master." She said.
"I…” I tried to speak but she interrupted me.
“What were you thinking Zoe? I told you not to fuck him, and what did you do? You decided to throw yourself at him. What did you get back, Huh? A f+cking rejection.” She criticized.
“What I do with my life is none of your business?” I yelled.
“Master isn’t who you think he is, Zoe. You’re not the only one who has a crush on him. He has had several girls, over the years. All of them, rejected and heartbroken, like you. Some of them are still obsessed. You will end up like them. You will end up broken and pathetic." She said to me.
"F+ck you." I yelled.
"You're so selfish, Zoe. So caught up in your own problems… always complaining.” Marge began to speak.
“My mother is sick… my dad left… my sisters… Grow the f+ck up, Zoe. Life isn't fair. Deal with it. I'm stuck with a man, I hate because he is all I have. You're miserable, because, you refuse to open your eyes and see that there is a whole world out there waiting for you. Just get over your f+cking self, and get a f+cking life." Marge yelled at me.
I was about to lash out, but the announcements came on the speaker.
“Flight 623 now boarding. Flight 623 to Las Vegas, Nevada, now boarding."
"That's my flight. Goodbye Marge." I said coldly.
I picked up my bags, and left.
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