More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin

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Her eyes widen and shoulders slump much like everyone's did when they saw my swollen and bruised cheekbone.

Dropping her school bag on the floor she rushes over to the bed where I sit resting my back against the headboard.

"My fuck, Ava." She gasps and sits on the edge of her own bed. "What the hell did he do this time?"

Well, I can't exactly say that my father's anger was fuelled by it being my first time home after I left weeks ago. Chantelle has no idea I have been sleeping around at friends houses to avoid my parents. I'm too busy being ashamed to tell anyone.

"Well I guess he just wanted my wallet, but he'd never ask without leaving me like this." I lift the shirt of Elle's that I put on since I couldn't be in my uniform. It smells like her brother.

"You're joking. No, no, no Ava this is so bad," She rakes a hand through her hair. "Can you walk?
Does it hurt?"

"Seriously, it's fine now. As long as I keep up the pain killers."

"You can't keep doing this to yourself! I would never forgive myself if something really bad happened. We really gotta tell someone." Her voice drops to a whisper as her hand engulfs mine.

I refuse to tell anyone because the next thing I know the police will be involved, the whole school will know that I'm the girl being abused by her parents. I'll be taken to some foster home and who knows what else would happen.

"No. Absolutely not." I bluntly reply and fold my arms over my chest.

"Why n—"

"Can't we just forget about it? Please." I sigh, keeping in mind not to let my frustrations get to me. I don't want to ruin more relationships as I'm pretty sure Ashton is over my bullshit now.

"Yeah. Yeah you're right, let's have a good night."
A small smile appears on her face and I appreciate the fact she doesn't argue with me because I'm in the kind of mood where I'm not stopping until I know I've won.

"Oh and are those my clothes?" She points to my attire consisting of her sweats and a plain shirt.
"Uh yeah, I didn't have time to bring any of my stuff." I lie slightly. I mean it's true I don't have my stuff.

It's all still in my locker. I can't be in my school uniform as I told her I didn't go to school today and it also smells of Harry and sex.

"Oh ok, that's cool." She shrugs and disappears into her wardrobe to get changed.

"Hey, do you mind if I invite Michael over? Luke can come over if you want?" She calls out.

"Have you not seen my face?" I groan. The last thing I want is for more people to see my face and ask the all too familiar question 'are you ok?' I can't bear to lie any longer because I'm actually not ok.

"I'll tell em that I accidentally smacked you in the face and that you're fine. They won't even question it."

"Elle." I whine

"Ava you need some dick ok. It might cheer you up." She reappears with sweats and a shirt much
like me.

Guilt washes over me at her comment as barely an hour ago I had her brother between my legs. I'm certainly not looking for round two, especially not with another boy.

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"No way fuck that!" The dyed red head flops back on the bed.

"But you gotta admit Miss Henson is hot." Luke props himself up on his elbows as Elle and I sit with criss cross legs at the foot of her bed.