Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 21•

~Mr. Fischbach's POV~

I instruct the rest of my class to take five and be on their phones before stepping outside with Christian. "Alright look," He says, "I know exactly what the fuck is going on between you and Neveah so don't act stupid." He says, and I furrow my eyebrows at this fifteen-year-old, before checking the halls. "Chill your shit, no ones listening. And here's a tip, if your so worried about getting caught, don't make googily eyes with the next TA you find in front of a room full of freshmen." - "Get to the point." I cross my arms with, and the young man pulls out his phone. "The point is," He pauses, "My brother became the same abusive drunk that beat both me and him." - "Him and I, but continue." I say and the freshmen rolls his eyes. Just fuck my class eh?

"Anyways, I'm just about done turning my fucking cheek." I let the practical child cuss, and he obviously finds something on his phone, and shows it to me. And I watch. I watch this fifteen-year-old set up his phone in what looks to be his older brother's apartment, given all the rock band posters and skulls plastered all over the walls. It's all that son-of-a-bitch wears. He leaves it there, -pointing it towards the front door-, and heads out of view of the camera.

I hear another door close and seconds later, the front door bursts open. And I watch the unbearable. Liam shoves Neveah in, having her catch herself on the couch. "B-Baby, I-I didn't look at him, I-I swear I-I didn't I-I-," - "Oh so now you're fucking lying to me?! You fucking kidding me V?" He says, recoiling and slapping her across the face, making her fall to the floor. My adrenline spikes, and I shove my balled fists into my pockets.

"Lie to me again! Lie to me again!" He yells at her, slamming the door behind him, making her jump as she tries to scoot away. "B-But baby I didn't-," And I cringe, watching Liam grab her by a hunk of her hair. He pulls her up onto her feet as she cries, and obviously whispers something in her ear as he hurts her. And from the looks of the grip his other hand had on her breast, I had a pretty good idea on what he was saying to her. He pushes her out of the view of the camera, "Get in there." He demands through his teeth, and I'm glad he pulled it away then, given I've had just about enough. "And there's plenty more evidence where that came from. You ever get the sudden urge to send my brother to jail, I won't be directly afflitated but, I won't think twice on giving you exactly what you need to do it." He makes perfectly clear, and thankfully, I hadn't put my phone in my desk just yet today. "Send it to me." I tell the boy, and he nods.

"All of them?"

"All of them."

***

I set my briefcase in my passenger seat, and sit in the drivers. And I sigh, pulling out my phone. For that whole class period, I've thinking about and partly dreading on watching each and every one of these videos. I want to watch to know what the young woman I have at home went through. On the other hand, it was hard enough watching that small portion.

I sigh, and pull out my phone. I pull up Christian's unsaved number, and scroll to the second video he sent me. And I press play. Christian starts recording and obviously puts his phone in his backpocket, before turning around. This time, they're just outside the school.

And I watch Liam rip her out of the passenger seat, before grabbing her by her throat, slamming her against his truck, and full force yelling at her. I clench my jaw, feeling the pure unadulterated anger rise in my throat. I move on to the next. I press play. Now they're back in his punk rock apartment, and apparently Christian has two phones, given he's holding another.

Liam comes up to him, and into view of the camera he seemed to be looking at, "The fuck you doing near my xbox?" - "I was just checking out which games you've got, chill out. You know dad loves to take a game everytime he finds out I miss a class." He obviously lies, just before sitting down near the camera and scrolling on his other phone, blocking his brother from getting near it, but not blocking the view. Just then, I hear a familiar laugh. "What're you laughing at?" Liam turns and asks her, and I can see she's walking in, on her phone. "Just texting Heather's brother to check on her. Her parents cut off her phone." She answers, laughing once more as she texts her way to the bed. "Her brother? You mean the 13-year-old with no phone?" He asks, and she shakes her head, obviously too consumed by her texting.

"No, her step-brother Kyle. He's staying over there for awhile." She answers, and I can already see where this is going. He snatches her phone, and looks at it, "Babe, she gave me his number so I could talk to her-," - "'See you there beautiful??' Really??" He reads aloud, and immediately she starts shaking, "We're j-just talking about his graduation party babe, w-we were invited by Heather remember?" - "Christian, get out." Liam demands, "He's a twink Liam, that's just how he texts girls. You were there when Heather made that gay joke dude, chill the fuck out." - "I said get out." He repeats, and Christian sighs, shakes his head to the camera, and leaves. The door closes, and it was instantaneous. He grabs her leg, "What the fuck V?" - "Baby he's fucking gay! He meant nothing by it!" - "Oh so now your cussing at me?? And where the fuck do you think you're going? Why the fuck are you dressed??" - "I-I told you, I'm going out with Heather and her friends and his friends so she c-can introduce me before the party." She answers, literally shaking with fear. "Say that again. Tell me what you're gonna do again." He says softly now, and Neveah shakes her head slowly, on the brink of tears.

"Say it again!!" - "I'm g-going o-out with Heather a-and-," And Liam backhands her across the face, and she yelps, holding her cheek. He throws a punch into her ribcage right after, and I physically cannot take it anymore. I stop it and toss my phone in the passenger seat. I rest my head on my steering wheel, and breathe. Just before starting my engine, and heading home.