My dad is a Musician

Chapter 5

Dad is my legal guardian now. It's been around two months since I asked Dad to adopt me. I haven't gone out since even though I pretended to get better in a week.

I help dad with chores instead. He did say it was all ok but still, I don't want to go out but I want to make myself useful.

Pam came to meet me when I pretended to be sick. Dad said that I had a high fever so I won't be able to come. She said she wanted me to meet someone. What if it would be Zack? I don't have a very good feeling about this.

Nevertheless, she left and never came back and it's been two months already. The adoption procedure is completed but still, no clue of her. I wonder what's wrong? I think I will go out today and find out about her too. I am worried for her but don't wanna ask anyone about it.

"Dad!" I called out to him, "Breakfast is ready!"

I didn't hear a reply. Is he using headphones? Lemme check. I think I need to start getting out of the house now and investigate Zack. I can't keep hiding forever.

I knocked on his door. "Ya there, dad?"

"Leo." I heard his voice from the staircase. He was on the second floor of the duplex. I think he was talking to his late wife in the room above. "Breakfast done?" He asked.

"Yeah! Let's have it!"

"By the way, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go to school?" He asked, sitting down. This is so sudden…

"Why are you standing? Sit down." He added looking at me.

"Y-Yeah." I am scared of going to school. I don't want to be near people. I did sit down but I can't let go of the possible situations that can happen if I go to school.

"If you want, I can get you homeschooled too."

"Yeah?" This alternative is much better but… would the teacher be a good person? What if my abuser knows him? No wait. I can't risk anything! What if he is my abuser itself. My trauma is relapsing… I… I can't breathe. Seeing Zack in the society has made me fear everyone.

"Eon…" I heard dad faintly and my vision has gone blurry.

I felt my back being supported by a strong arm and a heartbeat was heard. It was dad. I gripped on to his shirt. I don't want to do anything until this matter is solved.
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'Zack, why don't we go to school?' I asked.

'He doesn't allow it.' He replied.

'Why?'

'Because… Because teachers beat.'

'Then why do so many go? It sounds horrible.'

'Because their parents care…' He muttered.

'What do you mean?'

'The fillets will burn. You don't want to get beaten right?'

'Ah ya…'

He ignored it. Maybe it was my ignorance too. Still, it's scary…
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I was laying on the bed now. I am much more at ease. I don't want to leave here. I need to solve that matter fast such that I can truly move on.

"Your body temperature is normal." Dad said, looking at the thermometer and stroking my hair, "You will be fine in a few hours."

I am too tired but I need to get it done. I will go out today in the evening and find out about Zack.

"Did your trauma relapse when I asked about whether you want to go to the school?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk to your therapist?"