Warning: Topics in this may be triggering. Triggers such as r*pe, s*icidal thoughts, murder, and others are mentioned.

The ginger haired woman was cleaning off her desk when a student of hers came up to her to ask a question.

“Miss Whittle, I wanted to know if you could help me out with this problem for the homework. I can’t seem to figure it out, so I thought to ask you.”

The young student looked hopeful when she gave him a soft smile.

“Of course! I’m glad you came to me. Which one is it?” She questioned the young teen.

He pointed out the seventh question, one of the hardest ones on the paper. Hestia knew that she would get a question or two about it.

She hummed, “Ah, that one. Well, for the story you need to find the three clues that lead up to this. I’m sure if you just so happen to look at the two pages before it there might be an answer.”

She smiled cheekily, knowing she practically gave him the answer. He was a good student who had good grades and always paid attention, it was okay to give a hint once and a while.

“Ooh! Thank you, Miss Whittle!” He gushed. 

A happy student meant a happy teacher.

She smiled and waved as he ran out the door to his waiting friends. Turning around to gather her things, the green eyed teacher grabbed her bag and some binders.

Once she had left the classroom, she made her way out of the school.

“Hestia!” A familiar voice shouted right before she got to the door.

It was the P.E. teacher, Mr. Derek. She really didn’t like him. She’d seen him try and make a few advances on the young girls that were students at the school. 

Don’t worry, she reported him, but since sports were such a big thing for the school, they had just said, “We can’t afford to loose a good asset like him. I’m sure it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.”

So, he was still here, unfortunately.

“Yes, Mr. Derek?” She irked. She still faced away from him, hoping this would be quick.

“Awww, you know you can call me Brian!” He neared her.

When he reached her side he slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a disgusting side hug.

“What do you need, Mr. Derek?”

“Ouch, harsh. Anyways, I need help getting into the janitors closet since I don’t have a key to it. I know you do, so I thought I’d get you before you left.”

Hestia sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Why now? Why right before she finally got to go home and sleep?

“I’ll open the closet, but then I have to go, okay?” She turned to look at him.

A goofy smirk was resting on his face as his eyes narrowed.

“Perfect.”

-----

It was about a minutes walk across the school to get to the closet he wanted. It didn’t seem to be locked though. Maybe he went to the wrong one?

“Mr. Derek, this one isn’t lo-” Hestia yelped as she was pushed inside and the door was locked when the older man entered behind her.

When she tried to get up hands held her down and pushed her around. She yelped and screamed for anyone to hear her.

Not like this, not like this.

She didn’t want to die like this.

“Please, don’t k-kill me!” She shouted over their laughter.

How many were in there? It was a fairly small closet.

Mr. Derek laughed the loudest of them all.

“Oh, dear Hestia. We won’t kill you! We all just want to have some fun!” His laughter continued.

Oh no.

This was a fate worse than death, wasn’t it?

Maybe she’d kill herself after it. It’d be better than living with something as retched as this.

Hestia struggled against the hands holding her and undressing her. Her bad was thrown to the side.

The bag that held her pocket knife.

She had a pocket knife!

She could...

No, that’d be bad.

But this would be worse.

Kill them.

Or.

Kill yourself.

Both seemed tempting at this moment.

The ginger haired woman kicked and bit the clawing arms. The only hand that held her left arm was bit so hard it bled.

That same arm was close enough to reach the bag. 

It was over in a flash.

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The police sirens were the thing that alerted Hestia that she was still alive.

An ambulance took her away, she was only half conscious.

The court declared her guilty.

She went to prison. 

Prison was boring until Cathy came. Cathy was like a new lifeline for the young woman.

She would be kind and flirt with her. It was sweet. She would protect her if anyone came up to her and tried bother her. Sometimes she wouldn’t even let people talk to her. It was nice though.

She was able to sleep a lot. That was nice. Sleeping was nice.

Dreaming was nice.

Cathy: You know, we could do something else if you know what I mean...

Hestia, knitting a new scarf for Lucian: What would we do?

Cathy: Well, we could head up to my room and have some fun there~

Hestia, still stupidly oblivious: Oh! Do you want to play Mario Kart again? I thought you hated it because I won every time the last time we played together?

Cathy:...

Cathy: I want to have sex with you.

🌸~Name~🌸

“Oh! Hi there! My name is Hestia Whittle, who are you?”

Full name: Hestia Whittle

Meaning: “Goddess of the hearth” 

Nicknames: Tia, honey, doll (Cathy) Titi, Miss, Mom (Eddie) Mom, Tia (Lucian) Ugly teacher b*tch (Zack) My Child (Gray) Pretty eyes (Danny)

Name language: Greek

🌸~Physical~🌸

“You don’t have to point out how short I am, I already know.”

Skin: Fairly pale

Eyes: Dark green eyes

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Hair: Used to be ginger, but she dyed it white

Weight: 117 lbs.

Height: 5’1

🌸~Attire~🌸

“I wear clothing for comfort, not looks.”

Clothes: 

-In Game-

She wears a white dress shirt with a green sweater. A white or black skirt is seen under with some thigh highs or leggings.

-Normal-

She usually wears jeans or mainly a skirt with a sweater. If it’s too hot for a sweater then it’s a t-shirt and maybe a cardigan

Pajamas: A soft nightgown or a shirt and some sweatpants/pajama bottoms.

Accessories: She wears a pair of reading glasses and she keeps a pocket knife on hand for self defense. She also likes to wear rings or crystals on necklaces.

🌸~Stars~🌸

“Now, I’m not too big on astrology, but I know a little bit.”

Zodiac: Pisces

Birthday: March 7th

Color: Green and indigo

Animal: Monkey

Element: Water

Planet: Neptune

Birthstone: Aquamarine and bloodstone

🌸~Mental~🌸

“I like to think I have a nice personality!”

Personality: She is a very calm and serene person. She is like that one teacher who you could call your mom and it wouldn’t be awkward. 

Worst memory: The last night at the school.

Best memory: Getting out of prison with Cathy.

🌸~Acquaintances~🌸

“Of course Cathy is my friend! She got me out of the prison and gave me a whole new life! No, Lucian, we will not ‘smooch’.”

Friends: Rachel, Eddie

Family: Lucian (Pretty much adoptive son)

Enemies: Zack (She just hates him), Danny (Why does he want her “peepers”?)

Neutral: Gray

Lover: Cathy

🌸~Favourites~🌸

“I’m not too picky about anything really.”

Food: Chocolate

Drink: Raspberry iced tea

Colour: Dark Green or a soft pink

Hobby: Embroidery

Animal: Cats

🌸~Quotes~🌸

“Lucian, what did I say about licking random people?”

“No! I’m not going to stab him!”

“Fine. I’ll fix your overalls.”

“Okay, so maybe I stabbed him a few times. He looked at me weird, okay?!”

🌸~Trivia~🌸

(Basically headcanons lol)

Hestia gets very nervous around men due to past encounters.

She hates men in suits.

Pretty sure she’s a lesbian but idk

Cathy and her are tight

Lucian is onesheart101’s aod oc and basically Hestia’s adopted kid

She would knit sweater, blankets, anything really for the younger ones like Lucian, Eddie, and Rachel

Due to her dark green eyes being uncommon, Danny often harasses her

Hestia gives off soccer mom vibes

She has taught English, social studies, and science before the last night at her school

She was only in jail for a few months before Cathy broke her out and took her to see Gray

Gray probably likes how respectful she is

Hestia wants to stab Zack

She always has a weapon, no matter what size or shape, on her, but it often changes

Hestia doesn’t wear much makeup besides mascara and some chapstick

She will wear her hair in a messy bun

She can’t go without coffee

Gray: Yes, Cathy has shown good reasoning to bring you here. She asked to have you on either her floor or your own. Because of your past, I have decided you shall have your own.

Hesta: 👌

Aubrie:

so I have decided to go full throttle and get back into angels of death, but was I ever really out of it.