Until. We. Die

.4.

Our suspension was done, three days of hell, was done. Most of the time I don't wanna come to school, but I was thankful for this. I don't think I could handle another day at home, mentally or physically. If dad was home, it wasn't good. It was barely conversational and a functioning home with his mindsets right now.

If he was home from work early he would throw a fit that I was at home before locking himself in his room, drinking until I was asleep. Yesterday he didn't go to work. Our talk about my suspension finally happened and needless to say, I regret having to ever move my feet.

Waking up early to catch the bus instead of walking to school, my body and mind cried at moving around, getting out of bed, even having to use the bathroom. It was barely seven in the morning and I was already exhausted.

Getting dressed and just looking decent for the day took over half an hour, every part of my body was crying for me to go back to bed. My head throbbed and my muscles were sore from the past few days. It was difficult to do anything at this point and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and sink away.

The concealer on my face hid dark circles and a fading bruise on my jaw, which throbbed whenever I opened my mouth. My neck was covered in the pale makeup enough so I could wear a sweater and no one would really glance or bat an eye to me.

I had caught the bus, every shake and bump the vehicle had shook my body to its core, I would hiss or groan under my breath at the pain. I had take some old pain meds from when I screwed my leg up, they would take an hour or so to kick in still at that point.

My first two classes felt like the longest classes of my life; all of them I tried to sleep through or lay my head down and hold my body tight, which seemed like the only thing that would help me at this point. It was until lunch had started that my meds had kicked in I was at least able to move around normally now.

But being in lunch meant I had to eat with Hunter in the office for the next week of my life and that was something I wanted to try and avoid. I headed straight to the office, not bothering to get lunch on my way there. I was going to ask if I could be in separate room or something along the sorts to stay away from Hunter.

In honesty, it wasn't that I hated his guts and I don't want to be in a twenty foot radius of him. Sure, I didn't like the guy all that much; but he came over.

He saw the mess. He saw me.

He knew what was going on and I didn't want to confront him in any way. He saw a lot, and he's always known a lot since we were kids.

But this felt different, it felt like a thousand weights had been placed on my chest when I think about everything he had to see when he got concerned and confused because of it all.

When I entered the office, the receptionist was there waiting for me, smiling when I came in. "Tristan! The principal is waiting for you with Hunter, I can take you back." I nodded and followed her back to the room where Hunter was already sitting in a chair with a tray full of food on the table. His arms were crossed and he was staring at the floor as I came in. He changed his focus onto me when the door closed and I looked at him.

"Tristan. Welcome, take a seat and I'll go over the rules." His hand motioned to the empty seat across from Hunter.

"Is there any chance I don't have to be here? Or can be placed in another room?" I asked as I held my bag tightly, that moment I looked at Hunter as our principal began to speak again.

"No, it's just a week. Just stay in here until someone says you are dismissed, if you don't check in with Judy up front you will spend next week here as well. No fighting or arguing, if you talk to each other keep it civil. I suggest you do homework or something educational while in here as well seeing as the both of you were suspended."