As Frank and I stepped quietly into the room I craned my neck ever so slightly to catch of a glimpse of what Mr Way was working on. It was a different panting, no pink dress but again lots of blood. I think he had a blood fetish.

I felt Frank recoil a little and turned to see what the problem was. Tyler. Sitting at the back of the classroom, with the smuggest smile on his face one could ever imagine.
“Late again for detention” Mr Way put down his paintbrush and stood across from us, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“We-“ I began but stopped when Mr Way raised his hand.
“No, no, I don’t want to know what little lie you have for me this afternoon, Tyler told me about your little afternoon happenings”
I gritted my teeth together, “Oh really? And what exactly did Tyler say huh?”
“More than enough, now take your seats and remain silent for the remainder of detention”
Frank let out a defeated sigh before shuffling to his seat, I followed closely behind glaring at Tyler.
“Oh and” I snapped my head up at Mr Way’s words, “two days detention extra for being late”
I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles went white, Frank was no longer emotionless but was radiating equally as much anger as me. Waiting until Mr Way was too engrossed in his painting to notice, I leant over to Frank and whispered in his ear, “This has to fucking stop, Tyler will not get away with A. hurting you and B. making up bullshit”
Frank leant over and tried to look casual while replying, “You have to place some of the blame on Mr Way for being stupid enough to believe him”
“What did he tell him though, about us? What afternoon happenings?” I questioned seriously confused and intrigued.
“I don’t know, I don’t even understand where in his small mind he came up with the idea” Frank smiled slightly.
“How about we talk to Mr Way after detention, tell him what happened and why we were late in the first place”
“No!, W-we can’t then he’ll find out about Tyler and go to the principal about it, then god knows what he and his little posse will do” Frank's eye widened, obviously he was comming up with a numerous amount of scenarios in his head; all of them bad.
“Well I am finding out what he told Mr Way about us and okay fine I won’t mention what Tyler did, but if he does anything else then I give myself permission to break that fuckers nose”
Frank giggled slightly at my last few words causing an angry reprimanding from Mr Way, “Do you two not understand the concept of silence?”

I rolled my eyes rather rudely before crossing my arms on the desk and resting my head. Here we go again, happy “You can call me Gerard” to “I’m a sass queen asshole grrr”. I swear this man needs to sort himself out.

After we were dismissed I made a special effort to distract Mr Way in order to get a glimpse of his painting. I planned it so that I would ‘accidently’ drop one of my books at his feet and then if he has any manners he should kindly pick it up and whilst doing so I shall have a small peek at his work. Horrible cliché plan I know but a girls got to do what a girls got to do. I stood up and quickly gathered my things in my arms genuinely struggling to carry it all and as I sauntered past Mr Way I loosened my grip on my sketch book. Thump. It hit the ground and the corner even landed on his foot. Perfect. But alas he did nothing. He just stared at me.
“Uh, erm could you get that for me, my hands are kinda full” I said awkwardly.
Mr Way let out a sigh and bent down to pick up the book. I took my chance. Not surprisingly there was blood and lots of it, but it was different this time. A man, tall and thin hung by his hands from the ceiling of what looked like an attic. His body covered in cuts all of then pulsating blood; the red substance dripping down and forming a puddle on the wooden floor. My eyes snapped back to Mr Way as he passed me the book. I don’t think he saw me looking.
I shuffled a little before rearranging the contents of my hands and took the book of him, “thanks, seeya tomorrow Gerard” I smirked at the emphasis on his name, making it obvious I was just trying to irritate him.
“Afternoon Mirabelle” He retorted doing the same with my name.

As I left the classroom and began to make my ways down the empty halls Frank passed me a look of pure guilt plastered on his face.
“Hey Frank what are you doing? I thought you left to go home?” I asked eyeing him.
He kept his head down and kept walking as he spoke, “I uh left my book in Mr Way’s room”. He continued to scurry away without another word. I shook my head a little in an effort to clear the confusion that was clear on my face and more importantly was clouding my mind. That was, well very weird.

I sat alone at the dinner table slowly chewing on my attempt at dinner – undercooked pesto pasta. My parents had settled back into their usual work routine which meant early mornings and late nights. It didn’t really bother me as much as it should; I preferred the solitariness and the peaceful and slightly unsettling feeling of being home alone. Giving up on the tasteless rubbery substance before me I dumped my plate into the sink. The clang it made from hitting the metal of the sink ringing throughout the house.

I threw one of my arms in the air stretching as I held the other over my mouth in an attempt to stifle a yawn. I didn’t have any homework and there wasn’t anything good on TV so I decided it was best to get bed early. I slumped up the staircase and peeled off my clothes whilst walking through my room. I made it to the shower with a trail of clothing and underwear left behind me.
Stepping into the glass box goosebumps arose all over my body as the icy water clawed at my skin. As the water started to heat up and the steam arise coating my skin a sticky sheath, I lost myself in a mixture of thoughts and a state of being half asleep; my hands lathering soap all over my body as though they were on autopilot. Words began to drip from my lips, I was completely unaware I was singing my favorite song.

Everybody put up your hands
Say I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love
Feel the beat now
If you've got nothing left
Say I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love
(All credit goes to Good Charlotte)

SMASH! A loud shrill noise made me jump and almost slip over in the shower. I fumbled around fiddling with the dials turning the water off. I stood in silence for a moment. CRASH! More noises ran up the stairwell, through my room and into the bathroom. I quickly hopped out of the shower, dried myself and threw on an old Green Day shirt and batman pyjama pants. Slowly creeping out from the bathroom I stood in the centre of my room facing the door listening for anymore noises. I could hear what sounded like pots being tossed around. CLANG! I turned my head to the clock on the wall, 8:56pm. It was still early. Mum and dad weren’t supposed to be home for another couple hours. I slowly padded out of my room and hovered at the top of the staircase. My heart was thudding so loud in my chest I could feel it in my ears and my temples throbbed.

“Mum? Dad? Is that you?” I let my voice float down the staircase.
All the noises stopped. Silence hung in the air, not a peaceful silence, a terrifying stomach wrenching silence. A voice in the back of my head told me to run, to scream, to get out of the house. But I couldn’t. Instead like a mindless zombie I descended the stairs each one creaking ever so slightly under my weight. I stopped at the bottom of the staircase and called for my parents again, my voice slicing through the silence, “Mum…Dad”.

My whole body froze at the sound of glass shattering. My legs went stiff but turned to jelly at the same time. My breathing quickened but I felt like I was suffocating. I forced my feet towards the kitchen. Each step slow and stiff. I nearly passed out when I reached the kitchen. I let go of a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding as my eyes were blown wide taking in the sight before me.

Notes

hey there! Sorry for the lateness of this chapter but it's relatively lengthy (at least I think it is...I could be wrong) and that is partially because I cannot guarantee an update tomorrow (I know, I'm sorry with the cliffhanger at the end) as I have an extension English assignment that requires me to do a fair bit of writing so I have to focus on that, I will try to update but I can't promise anything, sorry....also I think things are starting to move along a bit more and I have a lot planned for this fic :)
All that aside I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading! please do comment and all that and sorry for any errors! :) xx