Claimed By My Professor,Loved By His Son

Maya's Pov

"Maya, I don't have the time nor the energy to deal with you again. where are your papers?" Mom asked with her face pulled into an annoyed frown.

I stare at her as my heartbeat accelerate at her face and how I just know if that paper got into her palms, that I was done for.

"Mom.... Can't we wait till you get bac-"

"I know what you're doing young lady and I assure you it would not help. Papers, Now!" She barked and I felt fear fill me up as thoughts filled my head.

"But I-"

"You listen, I know what you're doing but I can tell you that it won't work at all, I have to see it so get me the goddamn papers now!" The playfulness left her eyes and I turned around and began my walk to my room.

"Stop being slow, I have to get to work and you are wasting my time" She yelled from the kitchen and I raced up the stairs with quickness.

I stay back in my room for like a few minutes, thinking of using the window but knew my punishments would be ten times doubled if I even dared to try it so I dragged my self downstairs and walked slowly towards the kitchen where she was typing on her phone and smiling like someone who just won a lottery.

She glanced up from her now seated position and gave me a stare.

"Mom..you don't have to che-"

"You done? papers now!" She adjusted her glasses as she stared at me with an eager look, and I knew then that I was fucked.

Okay, now I knew that I had landed in a terrifying situation. I can't even imagine what she would do when she saw the grades.

I had tried all my possible best to ace this papers but you cannot force someone to know something because you want them to. But she doesn't listen at all.

All she cares about is me acing the test in psychology and becoming the best so I can get into the best university in town.

But I was stuck in this cycle of never-ending failure in tests and exams, barely getting above average. And every single time I get into this mess, she hits me with different levels of punishment that make me want to bawl.

At this point, I wish I had the ability to manipulate things and make her see something else but I didn't and as I raise up the papers to pass it to her, fear rose in me.

She gave me a short glare right before she snatched up the papers from my hands.

I'm not meant to be studying psychology or burying my head in papers trying to understand nonsense facts about the human mind.

I should be studying music, which is my favorite part and the very thing I love about my life.

It's simple and makes my mind run smoothly. It