What Are The Odds? (Kellin Quinn Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Miss Small wraps an arm around me and walks me to my form, we are both crying. Neither of us say anything. There is nothing to say. She opens the door to my form room and everybody stares at me, in silence. I slump in my seat and pull my knees into my chest. I can't even remember who sat next to me, whoever it was, Leo has swapped seats with them. He pats my back and I curl into him, letting he tears flow again. Leo knows everything about my dad, and why I don't want to stay with his as often as I did. He also knows that now I have no choice but to live with them.
"Shh, Heather, shh. Its ok." Leotries to comfort me
I shake my head "How!?! I've lost the only loving family I've got, and now I have to live in hell! There's no more breaks! No more happiness! From where on out, I have nothing to live for. And that won't take long to cause physical pain." I sob.
"Hey, we have music next. That's something good right?" Leo tries to cheer me up.
I smile weakly "I guess, unfortunately having music next won't save me from what I have to face later."
Leo nods and helps me out of my seat, he walks me to music. My best friends will have also been informed. As soon as they see me, they run towards me and wrap all their arms around me. We all walk to music, crying.

When we arrive in class, we sit where we usually do.
"OK class, today you're going to sort yourselves into groups of 2-4 and agree on your favourite song, before performing it in front of the rest of the class. Off you go! Not you Heather, I'd like to talk to you, if that's alright?" Mr Quinn says.
Everybody is eager to get on with their work, Leo gives me a quick hug, as do my best friends, and tell me everything is going to be OK. I nod at Mr Quinn and walk over to his desk, sitting in the chair opposite him.
"I read your file yesterday and found out exactly what has gone on. I'm so sorry about your dad. I'm so sorry about your mom and step dad, I know you loved them very much. I'm so sorry about how things have turned out. I know that things are awful right now. I know you feel like you have nothing to live for. But, you do. You've got friends and teachers here that love you very much. The teachers that were in the headmasters office with me are known to be your favorites, and you are known to be theirs. When we heard the news, we all cried. Including me. I'm so, so, so, sorry. Please remember that if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm always here. So is Mr Gould, Miss Small and your counsellors." His voice turns to a whisper "And if anybody gives you any shit just tell me!" He winks
I chuckle slightly. The sound feels weird. "Thanks sir. I'm glad I've got you as my music teacher. If I come back to school tomorrow with noticeable bruises, the abuse got worse, faster than I first suspected. My mum always says that if he ever laid a finger on me she'd put him in jail." I laugh and stop suddenly. "I guess I meant she used to say..." Fresh tears flow from my eyes.
Mr Quinn pulls me into a hug "I'm so sorry Heather. If you do return tomorrow with bruises, I'll report it to the police and put him in jail myself."
I smile "Thanks sir, you're awesome."
He chuckles and pulls away "Thanks! I'm gonna go see how the groups are doing! Be right back." He smiles at me and stands up. Then I'm alone again. And, as soon as Mr Quinn leaves the room, the huge hole in my chest swallows me whole, once again.