Art teachers are better than you think

Frank's POV;

so its lunch time and I'm hoping my mother gets the balls to move out of our family home and take me with her and leave my useless piece of shit dad where he is to die in his pit. i shouldnt think like that i know but i hate him after this morning and what happened to my mother its unfair on her and me and i just know that tonight i'm gonna get one hell of an ass whooping from him.
i'm sat here in Mr Way's classroom trying to write my lyrics down but i cant focus my brain on anything else.
"Sir,can i talk to you about something?" i'm timid to talk about this because i know he will give me his "duty of protection" spiel but i need to talk about t because its driving me insane. apparently though i made him jump because his eyes are wide, almost like a deer in headlights kind of look? like i said i need to talk to someone and unfortunately i dont really have any friends because nobody wants to be friends with the quiet kid.
"Of course you can Frank, whats bothering you?" he's still sat behind his desk, looking straight towards me. wow this feels intense and i havent even told him, whats going on yert. wow. i guess i'll move to you then mr teacher man. so i casually get up out of my seat, grabbing all my shi with me and head towards the front of the class seeing as i insist on sitting at the back. i get to the desk in front of his and pull the chair out and sit down in my new seat, and i cant seem to get my gaze up from the floor, somehow this shitty flooring has become interesting. im sat there trying to get my brain to form sentences with the events of this morning playing through my memory at the same time and its killing me.
"Well, this morning something happened. i dont know how to tell you. uhm.." okay breathe frank it will be okay. just tell this insanely hot teacher about how fucked up your life is.
"Take your time, how about you tell me how you got the black eye?" he cocked his eyebrow up and put an encouraging smile on his face. i didnt even know about my eye until now. great thanks dad.
"Oh, i didnt even notice that. must be from my dad this morning. yeah but thats what i wanna talk to you about so please let me speak?" he simply nodded his head, his eye showing so much concern, it looks as though tears are welling up in them but i ignore that. i cant deal with people crying.
"okay so this morning was like any other morning, mum and dad were arguing, things were getting smashed people got hit, but then something didn't seem right. i've got to know my mothers screams so i can work out whats going on if im upstairs out the way, but these screams were different and they were in their bedroom which is already unusual but i try to walk past but i couldn't this morning something was awful and i decided to go with my gut and kick the door in and well its not something i can forget in a hurry. i just lost my shit and jumped on my dad's back went ape shit i started pulling his head up to get him off mum and he did and i don't know where she went but yeah i was trying not to kick the shit out f him and he must have got my eye because i didnt even know that was there until you said about it just now. i basically don't know what to do, because i know im in for a major ass whooping tonight and i don't know what's happening with my mum because dads a drinker.. so yeah thats what i want to talk about.. " tears were spilling down his face now and it awful that i caused that, and i dont know what to do. how do you comfort a crying teacher? "do you need a hug?" okay so that may have shown just how confused i was by him crying when it should be me crying like what the fuck?
hes just sat there not saying anything, so i pull out a bottle of water for me, not him because its vodka not water, imagine trying to explain that. "yeah dads a drinker and i slowly get pissed through out school too" i dont think so somehow.
"Frank. i need to keep you safe and as a teacher i need to inform the social and police of this but i know you'll protest so i think you should do it. i think you should call them and get your life sorted. you dont need this in you life its not good for you. its destructive. here take my phone and call them. actually give it here. go have a fag or something then come back and we can do it. i will excuse you from the rest of your lessons and get mine covered. i'm not letting you do this alone. and yes i know you smoke. i also know that thats not water in your botte. i'm not stupid frank so you can bin that and ill buy you a new one." tears have stopped falling from his eyes and concern and anger are showing instead. i dont like it. i comply to his wishes and bin my vodka and go for a smoke. guess im fucked and theres no way i can get out of this now.

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