{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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A shaky breath escapes from the door way causing me to jump. My head flies up and my eyes meet Andy's brown ones. Her arms are crossed over her chest. I tilt my head as she walks in giving a small smile.
"Caroline was here," Andy gently says and I tilt my head, panic rising in me.
"You didn't tell her I was here right?" I ask, urgency in my voice. Andy shakes her head, stepping further into the room.
"You didn't go to school today either," she says easily. It wasn't a question. She knew. Caroline told her. There wasn't any point in lying. I clench my jaw and sit up in the woman's bed, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, grilling it. I hear the door creak as Andy closes it.
"I couldn't do it," I say low. My eyes glance to her seeing her facing me. The door all the way closed. I tear my eyes away and look at the ground.
"Where did you go if you weren't at school?" Andy asks with confusion and frustration. I bite my lip.
"I walked so long until I knew you were gone then I went back to the house. Andy please-"
"You have to go to school Y/n. It's not a discussion. I let you take some personal days but kid you have to go," Andy speaks cutting me off. It's always something.
"Andy, I couldn't."
"Why? Did something happen with Joey? Or did something happen at that party with Caroline? More than what I already know? Andy asks, her brows narrowing. I stay quiet. "Mija you got to give me something."
"It doesn't matter. Why can't you just take my word? Huh?" I fight back, standing up abruptly. "I get you're trying to be a parent but I'm not used to that! I've never had one!"
Andy's face drops. I clench my jaw. "Y/n I'm trying to help."
"I know but it's a lot! I- I don't want to keep fighting but you keep like... pushing me to tell you things and I can't out it into words! I don't want to go to school right now! I can't! It's... It's too much! Can you just give me a minute to breathe?"
Andy's eyes soften. She drops her gaze to the ground. I shake my head and bend down grabbing my bag. "I'm sorry." It's all I say as I head towards her and past her. She turns as I pass her. I hear her say my name but I pass her and head out of the locker room. I head down the stairs and grip the strap of my bag as I get to the lobby. My eyes glance around as I see someone in the garage. I drop my bag behind the counter and head out to the garage just as the siren goes off. I jump and back away from the door. One of the ladders called with the side car. Andy, Gibson, Travis, Sullivan, and Becket all come running. Travis and Andy get in the aide car. Gibson, Becket, and Sullivan in one of the fire trucks.
I stay out of the way watching them all hurry. Andy and I lock eyes for a moment as she gets into the aide car. But I drop my head and clench my jaw, crossing my arms over my chest. The two vehicles pull out and I feel somebody beside me. The sirens turn on and I drop my head before feeling the person bump into me. I glance over and find Carina standing there with a small smile.
