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chapter six.

TW: suggestions of abuse, sexual assault and mentions of weight. please read at your own risk and be careful. :)

Alaric had somehow managed to convince his father that he had heard light sobbing from the janitors closet, that upon further investigation he had discovered my shaking, and broken figure lying helplessly on the ground, beaten to a pulp. by everybody; he was portrayed as the the saviour, the boy who found me just in time, 'moments later and i might not have made it'.

yet, i was seen as the pathetic little girl who couldn't even go a single day at her new school without being viciously attacked. i was seen as the childish girl who could barely protect herself against a high schooler. i was as the weakling who - from a single beating - had managed to shatter her left collar bone.

my mother had been unmoving when signing the entry forms to the school, she demanded that if an accident were to occur they would phone her before any ambulance, as she 'had a personal doctor', when in reality; she would far rather let me suffer.

so, here i lay, my head resting against Mr Griffin's lap whilst he lightly held my shoulder off the ground, attempting to press the bones together. Dr Quintero was standing with his back against the Janitorial door, a phone adhered tightly to the side of his head as he spoke frantically and worriedly to - who i presumed to be - my mother. Mr Jones was knelt beside both me and Mr Griffin, his hands softly rubbing antiseptic against the crescent shaped wounds on my cheeks.

although they were teachers of whom i had barely spoken to, i had never felt so cared for in my entire life. the worry etched on their faces was gut wrenching, i felt mortifyingly guilty about stressing these men out. they had classes to be teaching and instead they were here, fawning over my pathetically broken body.

"okay....of course....yes...please come as soon as possible....goodbye," Dr Quintero spoke quietly, before slowly closing his phone and pushing it into his trouser pocket. he looked down at me as i watched him intently, giving me a sad and remorseful smile.

he - just like the others - knelt down across from me and began rubbing reassuring circles on my arms.

"do you want to tell us what happened now?" Mr Griffin asked softly as he looked down at my still shaking figure.

Alaric had been eminently clear that i was, under no circumstance, to tell anybody about what happened. i had never been one for lying as mother and her 'friends' would punish me whenever i did so, therefore, i had grown to be one of the worst liars one could meet.

"um..." i whispered, the movement of my head as i attempted to speak sent pangs and tremors of pain throughout my shoulder. i bit back my yelp of agony as to not cause more of a ruckus. "i-i fell?" i answered, though it was more like a question that anything else.

"yeah, okay, okay, that's fine." Dr Quintero offered a small smile and continued to rub shapes on my arm, he clearly didn't believe me, but i was in far too much pain to realise that. however, his touch was pushing the agony back momentarily and instead was spreading tingles and goosebumps up my body.

"when's her mother coming?" Mr Jones asked, his voice distressed and his eyes wild as he took in my pained expression.

"she said she'd be here whenever she could," Dr Quintero replied, "sh-she sounded like she didn't even care," he whispered to the two men sat beside me, i think he intended for me not to hear him but i had heard, it was abundantly clear.

i wasn't at all surprised, as often times mother was the one to inflict injuries on me, so why would she care now that somebody else had? if at all she would be jealous that she hadn't been the one to do it or at the very least, see it happen. my eyes were glued to the white, tiled roof. i traced each indentation as though it would be the last time i would ever see it, for all i knew, it may be.