Valencia

By James Ferace

A young woman pries up a tile in her floor after hearing a strange sound coming from underneath - discovering an odd substance bubbling below it, tasting it out of curiosity. She soon finds herself in the throes of ecstasy. But ecstasy comes with a price as she quickly becomes not only addicted, but furiously protective of her source.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365757013

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Valencia

Valencia

By James Ferace

If you keep this up, your whole grade point average is going to suffer.  I mean, it's already suffering, but...

Yes, I know...

You know what?

I know that my grades are already suffering, Mrs. Atherton, you don't have to keep reminding me.

But, apparently I do.  Do you remember that you wouldn't even have gotten into this course if I hadn't pulled some strings on your behalf?

She never missed an opportunity to remind me of that.  Dried up old hag (though, in reality, only maybe fifteen years my senior).  Some little sliver of green shit stuck in her teeth from lunch waving about under her wrinkled lip.  Looked like celery.  No, Spinach.  No...celery.  Definitely celery.

You were doing so well, she continued.  You were making me so proud...and then...

I know...you tell me over and over...

She sighed, looking exasperated.  What happened?

I don't know.  But I did know.  I just couldn't say it, even with her looked of genuine concern drawn up between her sunken cheeks.  She was almost motherly towards me sometimes.  More so than my real mother was.  I wanted to connect with her more than I did, but...then these lectures.  And I fucking hated her all over again.  Regardless of how she tried to reach out to me.

Is there anything I can do?  Anything other than the extra sessions and the private tutoring, all of which have yielded zero results?

No, I said, No...I'll...  I'll do better.

That's the fourth time I've heard that.

Fucking bitch.  Fuck her.

You're such a bright girl, she persisted.  So beautiful and sharp.  I'll grant her the sharp, but beautiful?  Hardly.  I looked like a ten-year-old boy.  At least that's what the majority told me.  Pale skin, shapeless body.  A face with no feminine features.  I felt sexless most of the time...and nobody argued.  She rose from her seated position against the chair in front of me.  I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up.  It would be a shame to see you throw that all away.

Throwing it all away was what I did best, though.  But she didn't know that side of me.  All