Maybe This Could Work...

I was wrong. The bruises hurt even more, it was almost unbareble! I dreaded going to school today, especially because I had art today for my first lesson and I didn’t want Mr. Way to see me like this. Because he was this perfect angel that fell from heaven, and I was just.... well me. Before I entered his class room, I pulled up my hood. I kept my look facing downwards, just to make sure he doesn’t see my face. A moment later he began the lesson.
“Since most of you hadn’t finish yesterdays assignment, you’ll just continue with that. Those who have finish, you may do whatever you want study, listen to music or nothing, just keep it quiet for the rest who are still working” he said and I could hear he was smiling. Since I finished my assignment, I plugged in my earphones, and put on my music, still keeping my look away from Mr. Way.
Midway through the class, when I was listening to the Misfits – Descending Angel, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I slowly looked up, keeping the bruised part of my face still hidden, seeing Mr. Way, leaning over to me, so close I could smell his cologne and cigarette smoke. He must have smoked one this morning before he came in to class. I pulled out my earphone.
“Yes?” I asked quietly with a raspy voice.
“Frank, may I speak with you in privet?” he asked, looking at the door then back at me. I nodded, following him outside the classroom, to the hallway. A few seconds of silence went by when we were alone, before Mr. Way spoke in a gentle voice.
“Frank, please remove your hood” he asked politely.
“Amm.. I rather not if it’s okay with you” I mumbled, lowering my look.
“Frankie, you can trust me” he said, and the fact that he called me Frankie made my heart melt. The only one that calls me that is Gina, and hearing it him say it, with his angelic voice, it just felt like his lips had only one purpose and that was saying my name. I slowly reached for my hood, pulling it off and revealing my face. I looked up at Mr. Way and he was clearly concerned.
“Who did this to you?” he quietly asked, sitting me down on the bench in front of the classroom.
“It doesn’t matter” I said, feeling tears pilled in my eyes.
“It does matter Frank. Let me help you” he said, placing his hand on mine. His touch sent a rush of warmth through my body.
“You can’t, that’s the problem. No one can help me” I sighed, looking up in to his eyes, seeing only worry and sadness in them.
“Frankie...” that’s all he said, and it broke me. Tears flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. Without a word Mr. Way pulled me to himself, holding me tight.
“It was my dad” I cried out in to his shoulder: “It wasn’t the first time, but it’s the worst he’s done so far”
He let me cry in out, before he pulled away, making me look at him.
“Does anyone else know?” he asked.
“Just Gina, cause she’s my best friend” I shrugged, whipping away the wet trails the tears left behind.
“What about your mother?” he continued, his hand still covering mine. I thought for a second if I should tell him the truth about my mother, but hey, I’ve already told him about my dad beating me up.
“She amm.. She died when I was little. Suicide” I said, lowering my look once again.
“I’m sorry” he said softly.
“No, it’s fine” I sniffed.
“Have you ever tried contacting social services?” Mr. Way asked after a while.
“No! Because I know how it’s like in a foster family. It’s horrible” I said, knowing what shit Gina has to go through. She lives with a foster family with five other kids there and her foster parents only care for her for the extra child support.
“What makes you think that?” he asked, frowning at my reaction.
“Because... Gina lives with a foster family” I said, hoping Gina won’t be too mad at me for telling him.
“Did you ever conceder asking for help about your father?”
“No. And it’s not so bad right now, because I only have to wait for another month, until I turn 18 and then I can move away and start life on my own” I said, hoping that my 18th birthday comes as soon as possible. Mr. Way said nothing, until right before the bell rang.
“If you ever need anything, you can always come to me” he assured me, then lead me back in to the classroom, just in time that I could collect my things. I nodded to him, returning the hood over my head.
I spent most of my day like that. Hood over my head, head held low avoiding eye contact. And through all that time, I couldn’t get Mr. Way out of my head, how concerned he was about me and the fact that he didn’t mind that I completely soaked his shoulder made me fill better. And let’s not forget the fact how good he smelled. Okay, so I may have a crush on him, maybe something more than a crush, but it doesn’t matter. Even if he would like me back, we couldn’t be together. Not that he was too old or anything, but he was my teacher and I was his student. Those kind of relationships never work out.
It was the last lesson of the day, History, which Gina and I have together. As soon as she saw me enter the classroom, she rushed to me, as fast as she could without tiring herself out, looking at my face.
“Oh, my God, Frankie...” she whispered, but I stopped her.
“GG, please don’t”
“He’s never hurt you this much before” she said anyways, sitting down next to me.
“I know... But it’s okay. Just one more month, and I’ll be free” I exclaimed, looking at her concerned face.
“Have you even though were you’re gonna go after you turn 18?” she asked, fixing one of the small tubs that were connected to her nose, allowing her to breath.
“I... “ well shit! I haven’t really thought about that. I’ve been so set on moving away, leaving my old abusive life behind, I didn’t really think about where I’d go.
“I don’t know” I admitted to her.
“Well, if you’re gonna do it, then you better think of a plan fast my friend” she said, just as the teacher walked in the classroom, greeting everyone. I spent the whole last lesson just thinking about where I could go after I turn 18. I can’t go live with Gina, I won’t get a job after I finish collage so I can’t pay rent for an apartment, then only option is if I live on the street, which is really not my favourite.

Notes

Sorry it's so short, but I wrote this at 4 in the morning when I got back from a party and I just couldn't fall asleep :/
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