Everything Will Be Ok

***3 weeks later***
It had been a few weeks later since that one horrid night, and both Mikey and Taylor were still ignoring me. I had never felt so alone in my life. Instead of going home in the early evening to see Mikey, I would hang out at bars and clubs and arrive home at around 1 to 3 o’clock in the morning. I haven’t been sober since that day, and I knew it was affecting my teaching career. Lots of days I would be calling in sick because of my hangovers, and my depression began to come back more as the weeks went by. A few years ago, I had the same problem I was having now. But I didn’t care if it was messing me up. It seemed as if alcohol was my only friend now.

I sat myself back down at my desk to read the staff emails and finish some grading. I went through the emails that the substitute sent me from yesterday.

Dear Mr. Way,
I would like to inform you that your class did great yesterday. Their behavior was phenomenal! Please contact me if you ever need me to substitute again. I would be more than happy to do so.

Sincerely,
Professor Mathew Bellamy

A smiled at the email. Well at least I know my students are behaving when I’m gone. My smile faded when Stacy entered my room. I exited out of my unread emails and faced her. I sighed. “Stacy, what do you want?” I asked annoyed. “I just came to see you, sugar.” She winked seductively, as she sat herself down on my desk, revealing her thighs. “Stacy, I told you there will never be anything between us. Ok? You are my student and I’m your teacher.” Her suggestive grin grew wider. She pulled at my tie, luring me closer to her body. “Oh come on baby. I know you want me.” She whispered in my ear. I gulped. How the hell do I get out of this one? I wasn’t sober enough to think. She leaned in as she tried to plant a kiss on me. I pushed her off and grabbed my jacket. “I’ll see you later, hon!” She replied, as I rushed out the door in raging anger.

***Taylor’s POV***

I was ecstatic to find that the school day was almost over. I was mainly glad that I got art class over with. Ever since I started to ignore Gerard, he had been really bitter lately. I kind of felt bad for how I was treating him, but I was tired of how he always had the need to look after me. There were five minutes left till the end of our last period, and I just couldn’t wait to get out of there. After school I was planning to visit my dad at the hospital. I know he won’t wake up anytime soon, but I just want to sit with him and have his presence with me. Even though I went to the hospital every day to see him, my stepmother refused to visit him. Her reason being, that she couldn’t help but fall apart if she saw him lifeless in a hospital bed.

The bell finally rang and I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my things and scurried out the door. I continued to rush across the campus, until I ran into a few students. I reached down to grab my books that I dropped, when I heard that chilling voice that made my stomach churn. ”Hey! Watch where you’re going, emo slut!” I looked up to see Stacy and her group of jocks. I was speechless. “I-I don’t want to cause any trouble, so could you please just let me pass. I need to get somewhere.” I pleaded. “And why would we do that?” An evil smirk arose onto her face. “Boys, grab her!” She demanded, as the two jocks grabbed me by the arms and dragged me. “Please, no! Stop! I’m begging you!” I screamed, kicking my legs wildly. “You know what to do with her!” Stacy yelled. I was paralyzed in fear. What were they planning on doing to me? I then realized where they were taking me. We arrived in front of the boys’ locker room. Fuck. “Have fun! “She perked and left me alone with the boys. They pushed me inside. Since it was after school, nobody else was there. “Wha-what’s going on?” I begged for an answer. They didn’t respond. One of the guys pinned me up against the locker. He whispered in my ear. “This is going to be fun. “He smirked. “Please just let me go!” I began to cry. “Oh come on, you will love it.” He said as he tore my shirt off my torso, revealing my lace bra. My cries became louder. “No! Get off of me!” The other guy just stood there and laughed. “She’s a frisky one aint she.” I clutched my hand into a fist. “Hell yeah... she is.” He responded. The boy began to undo his pants, when we heard a teacher come in. ”What the heck is going on in here?” The man yelled. My eyes widened when I saw that it was none other than Gerard who had entered the locker room.

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