Isabella's POV
His hand was over my mouth before a scream could tear out. Tears brimmed in my eyes as panic began to coil in my chest. My heartbeat was reckless as shivers ran down my spine.
I tried to struggle with all my might. But my strength was nothing compared to the man who was holding me against the wall as if I weren't a human. His body pressing against mine made the bile rise in my throat as tears slid down my cheeks.
My voice was muffled. My struggles were in vain. I was trapped. And all of a sudden, my body began to dissociate with me. I could feel his hand tugging at the waistband, but it felt like I was witnessing it as a third person, and this thing wasn't happening with me.
"You're still a virgin, you liar. You couldn't sleep with anyone. I'll prove it to you!" He spat in my ear, causing me to flinch. My eyes were red as tears kept streaming down my cheeks. Despite everything, I still struggled to save myself, but he was so cruel. He let go of my mouth for a fleeting second, just enough for him to grab a fist full of my hair and slam the side of my face against the wall as severe pain shot through my face to the point that I couldn't even breathe, and no voice or breath left my lips. Just when I was about to breathe, he clamped my mouth shut again with his rough hand.
Please. Not again. Please God. I beg you. Please save me.
"You think you can walk around claiming I couldn't get you aroused when you're the f*cking defective piece of shit." He barked.
I faintly noticed the flicker of light and the faint noise of the lockers being slammed shut.
Help. Please, someone, help me.
I felt cool air on my waist area as the pants lowered a little. His filthy hand was touching my skin, and my body buckled. I could feel something warm sliding down my temple and cheek, my head felt dizzy, and my vision began to blur, and just when I thought I'd lose consciousness, the door slammed open and Simon abruptly pulled away from me.
My legs had no strength, and apparently, it was his body that had kept me upright because there was no strength in me. My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees.
"I... I... it's not that..." Simon stammered, taking another step back.
I faintly lifted my head, and my eyes fell on the least expected person who stood at the doorway.
Mr. Volkov.
His dark, stormy eyes scammed me, his eyes trailing the blood caressing my temple and cheeks, then his gaze trailed down to my waist, and my pantie line was showing because the pants were pulled down a little. He noticed that the wall had my blood on it, and the side of my face was bruising up.
One second he stood at the doorway, and the next second he was on Simon as he grabbed him by the collar, and before Simon could even register or comprehend what was happening. Nikolai had landed such a solid punch on his face that I heard the cracking sound of his bones, and he didn't stop there. He punched him again and then again as Simon's nose busted and blood spurted all over his face. His lips and left eyebrow were busted as well, and his whole face was all bloodied.
But Nikolai wasn't stopping. "You f*cking touched her!" He spat, his voice ominous and so ruthless that a shiver raked down my spine. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I stumbled to my feet and straightened my clothes.
My whole body was shaking. God knows how I was even standing up. With fear in my chest, I stepped forward, trying to stop Nikolai before he ended up killing Simon because Simon's body had gone limp, and he wasn't even raising his hands to even defend himself.
"S...stop, p... professor, p...Please," I whispered in a shaky voice as I stood at some distance from him. He couldn't hear me.
"How dare you! I'll kill you!" Nikolai sneered. My gaze darted to the door and then back to him.
This will cause a huge scene. If someone sees us like this, my scholarship will be in jeopardy.
With mustered up courage, I fisted his shirt tightly, and even I felt the jerk every time he punched him. "Please. Stop. P...please, please," I pulled at his shirt enough for him to get out of the rage bait he was in.
His cold eyes that were filled with ruthless rage fell on me, and for a fraction of a second, they softened before he glared back at Simon, who was partially conscious, groaning out in pain.
"Get up and leave before I kill you." Nikolai spat. Simon was crying by now while touching his bloodied face as he tried to get up, but failed miserably. Then he tried again with the help of the wall and stumbled out of the classroom while holding his handkerchief to his face, as I watched his retreating back in fear.
What will happen now? Someone will see him. What if he tells someone what happened? What will happen to my scholarship? I...I can't lose it.
I flinched badly when Mr. Volkov gently touched my elbow. "Where are you hurt?" He stiffened at my flinch but didn't step back. Instead, it was I who stepped back.
"I...I'm fine... T...thank you, professor." I was stammering badly. My fingers were shaking.
"You're shaking," he said, holding my hands, but I jerked away from his touch. Fear clouded my senses.
"Don't touch me," I said.
"Isabella-"
"Please, don't t...touch me." I pleaded, and he raised both of his hands, stepping back a little just so I could feel safe, and it helped.
He was the last person she wanted comfort from, and yet he was the last person she felt safe with in the moment.
She stepped towards the door, only for her legs to give out, and she was about to fall, but he caught her before she could. His strong arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her to his chest, holding her gently.
"No, let go," she stumbles away, but he catches her wrist in a possessive grip, their faces inches apart.
"You're lucky that I was keeping an eye on you." He murmured as I watched him, stunned. "I didn't walk here to play the hero. No, Isabella. I came because I couldn't stand the thought of anyone touching you, little dove."