Who Says I Need You Back?(Demi Lovato)

Chapter 2: Expelled

Izzie's POV

"BOTH OF YOU, OFFICE NOW. THE REST OF YOU GET YOUR BACK IN CLASS UNLESS YOU WANT TO JOIN THEM," the principal roared.

We trudged through the hallway, into the office. I buttoned up my loose cardigan so that they wouldn't be able to see the blood on my shirt.

"Bitch if you say anything, I will make your life a living hell," Amanda whispered, pulling herself away as the principal walked up.

I swallowed nervously, as if my life wasn't a living hell already. I tried to be as tough as I could, but it was hard to not be scared when it seemed like the whole school hated you, for no reason. We both got into the office and sat down in the chairs.

"What were you girls thinking? You do know this goes on permanent records, right? Our school has a strict no fighting policy, and the consequence is that we have to expel both of you," Mr. Anderson, the dean, boomed.

I inwardly sighed a gasp of relief. I would do anything to get out of school. I guess this all turned out for the better. Right? Wrong.

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"What the hell were you thinking?" Dad growled after getting out of the office where he had a one on one talk with Mr. Anderson.

"I don't know," I replied. The nurse had made me change into my gym clothes after she saw the grape juice stains. I had dumped my bloodied and juice stained clothes into the dumpster behind school before my dad had gotten here.

"You don't know? You don't know? Are you crazy? You fought because 'you don't know'?" He yelled, slamming his hand on the wheel as we arrived at home.

I flinched slightly, but he didn't notice.

"Go to your room, I can't stand seeing you," he muttered. That one sentence hurt so much more than it should have. My dad had always been the one person always there for me, 100% and it hurt so much to have let him down.

"I'm really sorry," I muttered as I got out of the car and dragged my back pack up the stairs.

I got into my room, closing the door. Sneaking into my bathroom, my hands pulled a cold, metal razor blade out of my box of tampons. My dad would never go through them. Haha I guess that was a perk of having a single dad. The blade slashed against my wrist, and I winced at the pain, while savoring the chilling feeling that took over me. Soon, seven cuts found their way onto my wrist, and I ran the blade under hot water afterwards. I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and held it against my cuts until they were only softly bleeding. My stomach pulled in as I sighed in relief, a feeling of relaxation taking over me. I left the bathroom, pulling on a long sleeved sweater to hide my cuts and flopped onto my bed.

I curled up into a ball and laid on my bed, listening to music, when the door opened. I turned and faced the wall, trying to pretend I was sleeping.

"Izzie, I know you're not sleeping," Dad said, pulling my earphones out.

I continued to face away. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, I know you don't do well with yelling and loud noises. I'm really sorry, I was just a little upset. I know that you aren't the type of girl to fight without a reason. Do you want to tell me anything?"

I sat up and looked at him, my eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. It was just..." I trailed off and looked down at my hands.

"What was it, champ? You can tell me anything."

"It, it was nothing," I replied, pain hitting my heart strongly as a look of sadness took over his eyes.

Dad nodded, "You can tell me anytime you want, but I won't push it. I'm always here for you. And you're anything but a disappointment. I love you Izzie. You will always be my champ."

Dad ruffled my hair as I leaned into his warm embrace, sobbing all my previous feelings out.

That was the last time he would ever call me champ.