The Fantasy

Ray Toro lifted his shirt off his head, tossing it to the side as he began to change into his football kit. He glanced over at Mikey who kept his back to him. What’s wrong with him? He wondered, he hadn’t spoken to him all morning. Ray cleared his throat, tapping Mikey on the shoulder. “Listen, is everything alright? You haven’t spoken to me all morning?” He asked, his mind wandering from one thought to the next, trying to work out if he had said or done anything to upset him. Mikey sighed, shoving his things into his bag as he sharply turned to face his friend. “Just leave it Ray” He growled, elbowing past him and out of the changing rooms.

He watched him leave, scratching his head in confusion. The door behind him creaked open. Startled, Ray quickly turned to find Frank walking towards the bench beside him; his head kept low as he seemingly kept his face hidden within the grey hood of his hoody. “Hey, do you know what’s wrong with Mikey?” He asked. Frank shrugged, unzipping his hoody and sliding it off.
“Yeah I thought so. He’s been acting so off with me lately. I mean it’s bad enough me and Cat are having problems without him being in one of his moo...”

Ray slowly trailed off, his eyes widening in horror as he stared at Frank’s back; his eyes focusing upon large bruises that tarnished Frank’s pallid skin. Frank raised his head, suddenly realising that he had been caught and quickly put his shirt on. “Frank... what happened?” Ray asked gravely, almost wishing he hadn’t. He had had his fair share of fights in the past, but he had never seen bruises like that before. “Nothing” Frank muttered, trying to walk out of the changing room as fast as possible. He wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation with Ray; he didn’t exactly make him feel welcome when he first arrived to the school.

Ray reached out to grab his arm, watching Frank flinch as he moved. “I’m not going to hurt you...I just want to know who did this to you” He said softly. Frank swallowed hard, trying to conceal his emotions from the boy before him. But it was his eyes that gave him away, his eyes that were filled with worry and fear, as though he had experienced things he would rather have forgotten. Ray knew this look all too well, his mother had the same look in her eyes before she escaped with him and his sister to a women’s shelter.

Maybe Frank’s dad was doing the same.

“I just want to help” He added, almost pleading for him to open up. He knew what abuse like this could do to a person and he would hate it if something happened to Frank and he did nothing about it. Instead, Frank scoffed him, folding his arms against his chest as he furrowed his eye brows together. “Oh do me a favour. You don’t even like me so don’t go pretending that you care. And anyway, I got these in a fight outside of school, I do have a life outside of this group” He spat, turning on his heel and leaving Ray alone and confused in the changing room.

What the hell was wrong with everyone?

*****
Ray sat nervously outside his head of year’s office, his hand’s fidgeting as he listened to her move around inside his room. Miss Feather-Levy was a terrifying woman. He had experienced the misfortune of running into her on a bad day and pissing her off and did not wish to do it again. He shuddered as he remembered her screaming at him for losing his text book, the way her scorching blue eyes locked on him from behind that dark red hair. It wasn’t a surprise people nick named her “the dragon lady”.

The door creaked open and Miss Feather-Levy appeared in the doorway. “Come in Ray” She said her voice cold as her northern accented voice echoed down the corridor. Ray slowly rose from his seat and walked inside her office, listening to her click door shut behind him as he took a seat in front of the desk. He glanced around her office, almost surprised by what he saw. The yellow washed walls were decorated with the obvious school certificates. Congratulations for passing OFSTED inspection one read in shiny gold letters. But it was not these that had caught his eye. It was the pictures of two small girls that were scattered on the walls, their smiling facing shone down at Ray who found them to be somewhat comforting.

Maybe she wasn’t a complete bitch after all.

“What can I help you with?” Miss Feather-Levy asked, linking her hands together as she sat down behind the desk, flashing Ray a PR smile. He detected the false positivity in her voice and forced himself to suppress a rising urge to smile. Turns out she really was just a sour faced bitch. He cleared his throat, looking her dead in the eye and watching her face quickly grow concerned; she knew immediately that he was serious. “It’s Frank Iero, I think.... I think he’s being abused” He replied.

Notes

Just a filler chapter before shit goes down, things are about to get much worse for Frank....

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