Page 44 of Natasha
Chapter 9
You little bitch.
Natasha had been staring at the text message for nearly ten minutes. It was after her last class for the day, but she was still standing in the same spot she had been in when she had received the anonymous message, although she had a feeling that if she compared it with Peachtree's records, it would point to him as the sender. She was still working through what to do when a second text message buzzed through and there was no question in her mind who the sender was.
I'm going to make you pay for being a tease.
"Fuck," Natasha whispered, closing her eyes. She should have known Mr. Peachtree wouldn't disappear so quickly. She rolled her eyes at herself for still thinking of him as Mister. Silas was right in his statement that the man wasn't deserving of the title. She was debating on what to do when her phone began to ring. Natasha braced herself and looked down at it as she clutched it tightly in her hand.
"Thank God," she breathed, seeing Silas' name rather than the unknown number. A feeling of calmness fell over her at the sight. Everything would be okay if Silas was calling her. She knew he wouldn't let Peachtree near her.
"Daddy?" Natasha blurted out before she processed saying it. The greeting had come out unbidden, her brain still paralyzed from her frightened state induced by Peachtree's message.
"Tash, are you okay?" Silas sounded irritated, his voice gruff.
"I-yes. I'm okay," Natasha said, bobbing her head, even though Silas couldn't see it.
"Where are you?"
"At the school."
Silas made a grunting sound. "Stay there. I'm coming to get you."
"What's wrong?" Natasha asked, her eyes darting along the hallway as a group of students and another dance teacher passed by, chattering in excitement. There were still a few other classes being held in the building at the moment, which gave Natasha some semblance of calm.
"Just stay there, baby. I'll be by in five," Silas said, and then the line went dead.
Natasha blew out a sigh and shoved her phone back into her bag. She wasn't sure what had prompted Silas' sudden call, but she would bet her pointe shoes, it had something to do with Peachtree. She hunched her shoulders up and took another cautious look around the hallway before she made her way to stand just inside the front doors. It seemed like only a minute had passed before her phone beeped, announcing Silas' arrival.
Pushing the door open, Natasha hurried to his car, a smile on her face.
"Hi," she greeted, but her smiled faded away when she took in his serious expression. As soon as she was buckled in, he wasted no time throwing the car into drive and taking off down the street.
"What's wrong?" Natasha worried her bottom lip as she studied Silas' expression.
His normally handsome face was hard, his body tense like he was ready to spring into action at a second's notice. Natasha swallowed hard when she saw his eyes sweep the road in front of them before he glanced at her. "Peachtree," he answered.
"Yeah, he messaged me."
"Hewhat?" Silas asked. His voice was deathly quiet, so quiet that a chill went up Natasha's spine.
"I, ah, he texted me."
"When?" Silas bit out.
"Just before you called," Natasha whispered.
"What'd it say?"
Natasha's hands twisted nervously in the straps of her duffel bag. She didn't think telling Silas the content of Peachtree's text messages was the most prudent decision. From the look on his face, she wasn't sure what he would do.
"They weren't important," she said quickly.
Silas' eyes narrowed. "They? What do you meanthey?"
Natasha steadfastly kept her eyes focused on the scenery outside of the car. "There was more than one, ah, message."
"That fucker," Silas muttered. His fingers flexed on the wheel, and Natasha had to cough because her mind immediately went to the night he had spanked her.
