Daddy's little psycho

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Tré's pov

I walked into school dreading this day already, meanwhile I just fucking walked in.

"Morning Frank." One of the teachers tried flirting.

Frank. Fuck I hated that name.

"Morning." I walked off to class.

"Alright shut up everyone!" I sat down at my desk.

I looked around for a specific student. Nova.

"Where's Nova?" I asked the class.

Second day and she's fucking late.

"She's usually late so don't expect her anytime soon." one of the students laughed.

"Fucking great." I rolled my eyes.

"Are teachers allowed to be swearing at students." The same student snickered.

"Think I care." I laughed.

"Whatever man." he rolled his eyes at me.

As I was about to start teaching the lesson Nova bursted in.

"Your late." I crossed my arms.

"Yeah no shit." She sat at her seat.

I was about to yell at her then something caught my eye. Her face was all bruised up. Some bruises looked old, some looked like she was beat up this morning.

"Language." I turned around and started writing on the board.

"So just do the work. Instructions on the board." and they all pulled out there computers, except Nova. Fucks sake this kid.

I walked over to her desk.

"Wheres your computer?" I kneeled by her.

"L-lost it." She hid her face in her hood.

"May I talk to you outside?" She nodded in response.

When we got out of the room I shut the door making sure nobody could hear us.

"What happened to you?" I took her hood off her face examining all the marks.

"I uh, f-fell this morning." her voice cracked.

"Bullshit Nova, please tell me, i'm here to help you." That sounded weird.... Nice Tré.

"Nothing happened, just fell." I saw tears running down her face.

Something inside of me wanted to pull her into a hug and let her know it's okay, but that would be wrong.

"Shhh it's okay." I hugged her anyways.

"H-he h-hurts me." She started shaking and sobbing.

"Who hurts you?" I rubbed circles on her back.

"M-my d-dad."

Fuck.

I looked around the halls to see if anyone was there. Clear. I pulled her to the bathroom.

"Can I help clean you up?"

It was almost the end of the day so I just let the class be for the rest of class. I'll tell them she got sick and I had to take her to the nurse.

"Y-yeah." she sniffled.

I took some paper towels and wet them.

"This may hurt." I started dabbing the paper towel on her split lip that was bleeding now.

"Ow, fuck!" She yelped.

"I know sorry." I finished cleaning it.

"S-Sir." she looked up at me.