⚣︎𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝⚣︎ ♫︎𝐝𝐧𝐟♫︎

2.

Tw: explicit violence
-------------------------------------------------

After school I went home, okay, i can't call that place a home.

I opened the door and my dad came to me, the only thing that i didn't wanted at that Moment.

"Give me all of your money" he said, clearly drunk by his voice.

"I don't have any money at me dad" I said calmly, hopefully he'll leave me alone.

But of course something bad had to happen.

My dad took a glass bottle and smashed it in my head, glass pieces flying everywhere in the hallway.

"Next time give me money!" He said entering in a room, like he did not just almost killed me.

I fell in my knees with tears in my eyes , trying very hard not to cry.

I put my hand on my forehead and when I took it away, it was covered in blood.

I ran in the bathroom and i washed my hand and head, small glass pieces falling from it.

It was so painful, feeling the cold water filled my open cuts.

I bandaged my head and i needed to take my little sister from kindergarten.

I take off my backpack and i left the house again, having only my keys and phone at me.

Arrived at kindergarten, with my face in ground because i felt everyone's gaze staring at my failed bandaged head, I bumped into someone.

I rised my head to see who is it and to apologize.

When i did that, i felt like i wanted to get eat by the ground.

It was my math teacher.

"U-uh...i-im so sorry Mr.Clay..-" i apologized, feeling worse than before.

"No, is fine , don't worry about it...but what happened to your head?..."he asked with a calm voice and i could hear the the worry in his voice.

".. nothing.." i mumbled, hoping that he'll change the subject.

"George.."the teacher said putting his warm hand on my cold shoulder, making me flinch.

"Tell me.."he said rubbing my shoulder gently.

No matter how careful he was , he was rubbing the bruise that my dad got me 2 days ago.

"I-I can't now.."i replied, feeling weak holding my tears.

"Fine George...but I want tomorrow, at school, to tell me,ok?.."he said worried and patted my back.

That moment the bell rang, sign that the kids will leave the kindergarten now.

I felt relief.

"O-okay..."i answered quickly and moved away with my head in the ground so he won't see me crying.

That time my little sister left the building.

She immediately spotted me and ran out of the ground, screaming my name and open her little arms, running to me.

"Gogyyyyy!!!" She Scream and ran to me with her arms open, ready for a hug.

I bend down and I opened my arms, her immediately jumping in my arms, warming ny aching arms around her.

We hugged and after she asked who is he, pointing to my teacher.

"He's my math teacher sweet heart..." I said, not daring to look up at him again.

"Oh oki!" She said happily and waved at him with a sweet smile, in the Shadow i could see that he's waving back at her.

Her smile was Filling my heart with joy...i was forgetting about problems, about school, about my wounds, about anything..