Maybe This Could Work...

“I could ask you the same question” shrugged Mr. Way, sitting down next to me. I stared at him in disbelieve. Was he really here, or was my imagination playing a silly joke on me? He proceeded to look down at me with a small smile.
“What happened?” he gently asked, his hand twitching to move, but remained in the same place; on his thigh. I thought for a second, if I should tell him or not, because this was about Gina and I didn’t know if she would be okay with this.
“It was Gina” I quietly said. I thought those words would be enough for him to figure out the rest. He nodded.
“So, why are you here?” I asked, in hopes to keep the topic off of Gina. And the fact that I really wanted to know why he was here.
“I’m here because of my brother, Mikey. He has retinoblastoma and he’s here for a check up” he explained, his look travelling to doctors office.
“Oh, I’m sorry” I muttered out.
“Don’t be. Even though he’ll be completely blind in a couple of days, he still can be a prick at times” chuckled Mr. Way, looking back at me. This time I actually smiled.
“Frankie, why are you here?” then asked Mr. Way. I looked at him confused at his question.
“I told you. For Gina” I told him, trying to wrap my head around what was his point.
“I know, but... Won’t you get in trouble at home?” he asked, hi hazel eyes making contact with mine and all I could see in them was pure worry about my safety.
“I don’t care. Gina’s more important. I’ll always be there for her, even if that means getting beat up without mercy” I said emotionlessly, lowering my head, but on the inside all I wanted to do was cry.
“I think you’re more important, Frankie”
Did he really just say that? I looked back up, he already looking down at me with a caring look and a soft smile. I thought about what I could say and honestly I didn’t know what I should say! He was my teacher and I couldn’t understand how he could say something like that. Even though it made my stomach flutter and my heart skip a bit, I just couldn’t understand it.
“ I’m sorry if it’s too forward, but I do mean it. You are very important to me” he continued, since I stayed quiet.
“Why?” I finally asked, not really sure if it was the right thing to ask, but I just couldn’t help but wonder. He thought for a second, pursing his lips.
“Because, I see some of myself in you” he then said. I was a little disappointed in the answer. I was hoping for something more heart stopping, breath taking.
“Oh” was all I could say, averting my look away from him.
“And there another reason, but I don’t think neither you nor I are ready to hear that reason” he added after a while in his teacher voice, that had just a hint of seductiveness in it. I frowned at his words, still keeping my looked facing down.
We stayed silent after and moments later the door of the doctors office opened up and out came a slightly tall, very skinny man, couple of years younger than Mr. Way, with blond hair and glasses. Mr. Way immediately stood up and walked to the man, I assumed was his brother, who was still talking to the doctor. I took the time to exam both of them. The only thing I could find, that they had in common, where their eyes, maybe Mr. Way’s were slightly lighter.
The two men stopped talking to the doctor and turned to me. That’s when it hit me! I knew Mr. Way’s brother from when I went to support group with Gina. They came over and before Mr. Way said anything, I saw that Mikey had remembered me too.
“Mikes, this is-“
“Frankie, hi” Mikey interrupted Mr. Way. I stood up to shake Mikey’s hand, seeing Mr. Way’s surprised look with the corner of my eye.
“Are you here with Gina?” proceeded to ask Mikey.
“Yeah” I nodded, trying to put on a smile, but I couldn’t.
“How do you know each other?” finally asked Mr. Way, getting mine and Mikey full attention.
“Support group, Gee” explained Mikey. Gee? Might that be Mr. Way’s nickname? With that I came to the conclusion that his name must start with a G.
“Of course” smiled and nodded Mr. Way or Gee.
“So how’s she doing?” asked Mikey, looking straight down to me. I didn’t really mind that he had a glass eye, but sometimes it was hard for me to not stare at it.
“Amm... well, she... Not good actually” I mumbled out, lowering my look. I had to blink a couple of times so the tears wouldn’t start running again.
“I’m sorry to hear that” sighed Mikey, giving me a encouraging look.
“So where is she now?”
“She’s having an MRI” I explained, pulling myself together just enough to look back at the two brothers, that looked nothing alike, but seemed like the most caring people in the world.
“Maybe we could all hang out sometimes, you know, outside support group” suggested Mikey. I don’t know why, but a bright blush flushed over my cheeks, my look unintentionally travelling to Mr. Way.
“I’d like it” smiled Mr. Way, who noticed my blush.
“But ammm... wouldn’t it be kind of, I don’t know... Weird, cause you’re my teacher” I awkwardly asked, but making eye contact with Mr. Way never the less.
“Wait, wait, wait” interrupted Mikey before Mr. Way could even speak: “Is this the kid you’ve been talking about so much?”
My eyes widen, and I could barely keep my jaw from dropping. He’s been talking about me? Like, actually telling Mikey about me? I kept my mouth shut, but I did notice the death look Mr. Way gave Mikey, and truth be told, it kind of turned me on. Before any of us could say anything else on the subject, Gina came rolling back down the hallway. She looked at us, confused, smiled anyways.
“Hey, Mikes, check up?” she asked, probably trying to ignore the tense looks Mr. Way and Mikey were giving each other.
“Yeah” nodded Mikey, taking his look off of his brother and as soon as he looked at Gina, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. If was so clear to everyone that Mikey liked Gina, well everyone except Gina.
“Mr. Way, right?” Gina asked Mr. Way and he just nodded.
“See you in support group Mikey” smiled Gina, right before they took her back to her room.
“You better go after her” politely smiled Mr. Way. I gave him a quick nod, then ran after Gina. I spent the whole day with her, but in my mind I was with Mr. Way. I still wondered what that second reason he had mentioned was and I also wondered what things has he been saying to Mikey about me.
By the time visiting hours were over, the nurse had to almost drag me out Gina’s room, even though Gina assured me she’ll be okay, and that we can talk later on the phone.
I walked back home, because it took more time then the bus and the longer I stay away from my dad, the happier I’ll be, even though the punishment later will be worse. 35 minutes later I was slipping the key in to the lock of the front door of my house. All the lights were still turned on, so I knew my dad was awake and, by the smell of alcohol that hit me when I entered, he was drunk as fuck.
“Dad, I’m home” I quietly said, closing the door behind me. A noise came from the kitchen, and a short moment later my dad stumbled out in to the hallway. He was clearly still completely drunk, with puke stains on his white shirt and a half emptied bottle of vodka in his hands.
“Wh-ere the-e fuck were y-you?” he barely asked, leaning on back on the wall.
“I was at the hospital” I calmly said, trying to mask the fear in my voice.
“Why? Y-you tried killing y-y-yourself like your pa-athetic mother?” he croaked out in laughter, making his way to me in a not so straight line.
“No...” I mumbled.
“W-what was that?” he asked, then took a big swing of vodka.
“I said, no!” I half yelled, getting completely fed up with him. Wrong move. I shouldn’t have yelled. His fist came flying straight to my face, knocking be back on the floor.
“Wa-atch you tone, you little shit” he spat at me. Then the story repeated itself, like every time he beat me up. A bunch of punches and kicks, until I was bleeding from my nose, lip and I was spitting out blood. Then he finally stopped, crashing down on the floor and passing out.
I literally dragged myself up the stairs in to the bathroom, crying from all the pain. I turned on the water in the sink, and just splashed my face a couple of times. Every time, clear water came to my face and completely red water ran back in to the sink and down the drain. I whipped my face with a clean towel, then looked at my bruised image in the mirror. My lip was cut open, my left cheek was completely blue-ish purple and so was my left eye that was slowly swelling up.
“Why?” I asked my reflection: “Why are you letting him do this to you?”
No answer. Just a pair of brown eyes staring back at me, with so much fear and sorrow in them it broke my heart. I smirked to myself. How pathetic was I? I couldn’t even defend myself against my own father! I was stronger than him, yet I still let him destroy me day after day.
I walked to my bedroom after, putting on music on low volume and sat down in front of my bed, looking at my phone. Nothing.
ME (8.34): Felling any better?
GINA (8.35): I’m okay Frankie, honestly. Don’t worry.
GINA (8.36): You okay?
ME (8.38): I don’t know what to do anymore GG...
GINA (8.41): I know Frank... And truth be told, I don’t know what to say anymore. I know you don’t want to go to social service about your dad, but I do know that’s the only option for things to get better Frankie! Unless you find someone who’ll take you in... You know I would take you in, in a flash but I can’t because of my foster parents...
I’m really sorry this is happening to you Frankie and I wish I could help in anyway!
I read through her text a couple of time before answering.
ME (8.56): I’m okay Gina, because as long as I have you, I’ll always be okay. But when... you won’t be here anymore, I don’t know what I’ll do then. I love you so much (friendly and platonic love, so don’t get any ideas)
GINA (9.01): Sweetie I know you’re gay and don’t push your luck ;)
And I’m not going anywhere for a while, so don’t you worry. By the time I’m gone you’re gonna be a confident person, with people who are going to love you. Trust me
ME (9.03): Is there something you’re not telling me?
GINA (9.04): You’ll see, I promise
I didn’t answer after. I crashed down on my bed, just staring up at the white ceiling, thinking about all that’s happened today. Mr. Way acting mysterious and saying that I’m important to him, Gina’s condition getting worse, hearing that Mr. Way is talking about me and the fact that I have a complete bully for a father, but I knew that before today.
I curled up in my blanket listening to the Misfits quietly playing on my stereo.
“Are you thinking of me, like I’m thinking of you?” I mumbled to myself, the red haired angelic figure before my eyes. I could almost feel how he would extend his hand to me, caressing my hair, saying that everything will be alright now that he’s here. How he would take me in his embrace and hold me tight to himself, protecting me from any harm.
Thinking of him made me forget about the pain all over my body, so I finally calmed down and started breathing normaly again.
I feel asleep soon after with the thought that I’ll see him at school tomorrow.

Notes

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