Too Late | m.c [completed]

Chapter 11-The Glass

My eyes shot open when hearing my alarm go off on and on. I finally get the strength to sit up and turn it off.

When I get out of bed, I clench my stomach because of the sudden pain there. At first I'm confused as to why I have the pain but then everything came back to me from last night.

My dad had beaten me up.

I quickly get ready so I don't have to see my dad before he leaves for work.

After getting dressed and lacing up my Converse, I ran to my mom's bathroom and to her make-up.

I don't know any girl make-up accessories but I've seen Hanna apply something called concealer. Whatever it is, it seems like it'll do enough.

So I rummage through my mom's bag and finally find the concealer after a few minutes of pure panic.

I apply it kinda well and after I'm satisfied, I clean up until it looks like I wasn't even there.

I ran downstairs and out the door after grabbing my phone and backpack. Thankfully I caught the bus on time.

***

"Michael!" I hear her call my name. "Hey, Hanna" I say with a smile.

So far she hasn't noticed anything.

"Let's sit together at lunch" she insists and I nod. We always sit together. She's fun.

Hanna takes a bite of her sandwich and turns to me. "Why aren't you eating?" she asks with a glare. "My stomach hurts" I mumble.

I look down at my stomach then back up to see Hanna examing my face closely. "Why do you have make-up on your face?"

My eyes go wide and I just start stuttering an 'uh'.

Hanna reaches out to the bruise and I don't move because she will definitely suspect something. Her finger touches the poorly applied concealer and I flinch because it hurts. The pain shoots through my eye and all over my body. She retrieves her finger away from my face with a horrified look on her face. The remains of the make-up is on her finger. She looks back up at me and gasps. "M-Michael? What h-happened?" her eyes start to well up. When I don't answer, she continues on. "Your face...it-it's b-blue"

I look around us and some people are looking. So I tug on her sleeve and stand up. She follows my actions and follows me out to the hallway. "Hanna, don't worry. My dad came home drunk I guess and when I got home he kinda beat me up" I mumble the last part, hoping she couldn't hear and won't say anything more about it. But with Hanna, that doesn't happen.

She almost instantly clings to me and wraps her arms around my body. "I don't want you to get hurt again" she cries.

***

In history, it's obviously boring like any other class. But when it gets too boring in any class, I like to look out the window and see what is happening in other parts of the world.

But this time I shouldn't have looked out the window. There I saw my own dad walking angrily towards the office. What is he doing here? Is he here to give me a moutful? An apology?

Within the five minutes of silence, all I could think about is the possibilities of what he is going to do.

Then when those five minutes are up, he busted into the classroom and demanded to see me. When his angry eyes landed on mine, he rushed over to me and dragged me out of there.

"Why'd you tell your mother to leave?!" he grabs a handful of my shirt in his fist and throws me against the lockers. I fall and gasp for air. He stomps towards me and kicks me in the stomach.

"Do you hear me, boy?! Your mother is missing! Gone!" he yells. I try to get up but with all his strength, he throws me down again.

"Answer me!" he screams. Classmates get out of the classrooms along with the teachers now. Then at the end of the hall I could see the school police officer running towards us.

"Stop!" I hear him scream. He kicks me one more time before getting detached from me from the officer. "Thank you" I try to breathe out. "Get your hands off of me!" my dad yells as he kicks and squirms out of his grip. Another teacher helps the scene.

I sit up straight as best as I could against the lockers and that's when I hear her soothing voice coming closer to me by the second. "Michael!" she would yell every second.

She finally came close to me and sat down with me and held me. I hugged her and let everything out. I cried in her arms and I did not care about everyone watching me. I let go.