Accidents happen {Omorashi}

Chapter 6

Hi guys,

I'm writing ahead of my schedule right now.
But still uploading too late, woops.

I have a busy upcoming three weeks, and I don't know how much time I will have to write, but I'm trying to stick to my regular schedule.

The goal is to write circa 3K words for this chapter.
This is me after writing, I ended up with: 2.8K

You know, while writing about pants, I thought about how unrealistic it is when characters go shopping for 'necessary' clothes in books. I mean, do you really need more than six pairs of pants? Do you really? I own four, and that's good enough for me.
— Geez, pants are expensive!-

XoXo, R00s

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Mr. Andrews and Mrs. Randall found themselves in her office once again, going through Courtney's documents. After their conversation the previous week, both felt a gnawing sense of concern. Mr. Andrews, in particular, felt a surge of protectiveness over the boy, even though they'd only met once.

"I can't help but feel worried about Courtney," he admitted, absently rubbing his chin.

Mrs. Randall gave him a knowing look. "I know how you get with students in situations like this. But the best we can do right now is to make him feel as comfortable as possible once he arrives. He'll need time to adjust."

Mr. Andrews nodded thoughtfully, and the two shared a final, anxious glance before he strode off to check on the preparations for Courtney's dorm room.

The next day, Mr. Andrews stood by the school gates, glancing at his watch as he waited for Courtney and his parents to arrive. He hoped to have a moment with Courtney's father before the boy settled in—something about the family dynamic left him uneasy, and he wanted to offer some support before Courtney was left on his own.

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TRIGGER WARNING: abuse

Speaking of Courtney, the boy went through a rough weekend. He was on edge all the time and on the verge of tears. To make matters worse, his dad's mood seemed to become even more unpredictable over the course of the past hours. He found his dad smiling and muttering to himself one moment, only to lash out at him the next second. It made Courtney really cautious, and he was literally tiptoeing when his dad was in the same room. Even though he was as careful as he could be, on Sunday evening—the last evening at home before he would be gone for five days—his dad suddenly exploded on him. It was like he was a volcano finally reaching its bursting point.

It started with the fact that his dad thought his room was too untidy. He started yelling at Courtney for a good 30 minutes about everything that was wrong. His clothes were messy, so his dad emptied his closet. His luggage wasn't folded properly, so he threw the whole thing upside down, shaking out all the items Courtney had spent hours packing. His bed wasn't made "good enough," so he pulled off the covers.

To make a long story short, at the end of his dad's rant, the boy stood shaking in the corner, scared to say anything that would upset his dad. If he even dared to show annoyance at having to clean his room and repack, which would surely mean he had to stay up until the early morning hours before it was tidied to his dad's wishes, he would only call hell upon himself. So he stayed silent, blinking furiously, trying to stop his tears from escaping. Just then, he thought his dad was done, so he let out a deep sigh he didn't know he had been holding. This was the wrong move. His dad, still in the doorway, twisted around on his heels and was in front of him in an instant, breathing heavily while staring down at him.