Janet

'T'was a dark and stormy night...'
Mr. Hendrix, my English teacher, scoffed as he stood over me, reading every bullshit word that I wrote. At this point, I didn't care anymore about this assignment and the fact that I had to stay here afterschool to do it annoyed me. I was doing decent in his class and could've easily finished this at home, but reviewing my grades, he knew that I was missing a few assignments and told me to call my Mom and tell her that I'd be coming home about an hour late.
He was a very strict teacher, but admittedly easy on the eyes, making it difficult to be completely pissed at him. His eyes were a bright and blazing green and his dark brown hair was naturally shaggy and never seemed to cooperate, making him run his fingers through it occasionally.
He always wore a collared shirt tucked into khaki pants with black suede shoes and always managed to look irresistible. His personality was a disappointing turn off to most of the girls at school but didn't stop them from trying to find any reason to stay in his class. I was one of the few that didn't really care and just did the work that he assigned.
There was a group of girls sitting in front of me, kissing his ass and making him blush and turn away a few times. They eventually tore themselves away from him and left the room, leaving only me and him.
He walked over to me a few minutes later, looking over my shoulder once again. I hated when people did that.
"'T'was a dark and stormy night...', and?," he asked, looking down at my paper.
I shrugged. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, disappointed. "This is worth a lot of points. You're a good student. I don't want to have to fail you."
"Then don't." I replied.
"You can't think of one moment in your life when you were absolutely terrified?"
"Not really." I mumbled, shrugging again. He knelt down beside me and smirked.
"Need some inspiration?" he asked. I stared directly into his eyes, trying to figure out what exactly he was up to.
"Sure." He motioned for me to follow him to the back of the class and stopped in front of a tall shelf with opaque doors.
"My wife Janet was everything to me. We met in college and she said that she fell in love with me after reading a rough draft for a story that I had made. After only being married to me for a few months, she wanted a kid. She was unusually late coming home from work one night, so I called a good friend that was close to the both of us and asked if he had heard from her. I heard her hushed voice on the other line. I had suspected that she was cheating on me, but I didn't want to believe it," he said, chuckling.
I just stood there waiting for him to finish, slightly shocked by his sudden opening up to me. "I immediately drove over to his house and did what I had to do. Shot both of them in the head. I disposed of the so-called friend, but... kept Janet. My sweet, sweet Janet. She told me that she would never hurt me. Now she never will again," he said, opening the shelf doors and tossing some things out of the way.
I screamed as I saw him pull out a woman's limp, dead body by the arm, with a bullet hole right through her head.
"Isn't she beautiful? Well-preserved? She was so excited about having a kid. A girl, specifically. She would've loved you as a daughter."
"Mr. Hendrix..." I whispered, covering my mouth to hold in the screams. He smiled.
"I knew that this would shock you. Unfortunately, I can't let you walk away knowing all of this. But, you'll get to be with her. I'll get to have my beautiful wife and the brilliant daughter I never had. But now that you have all that you need to write the paper, you should finish it before this." he said, pushing his wife's dead body back into the shelf.
I wiped the tears from my face and sat back down at my desk. I erased the words that I already had on my paper. I watched him sit back down at his desk, eyeing me with affection and amusement, then began to write my final paper.
It was titled 'Janet'.
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