Speak Up

Two

I bit my lip lightly as the bell rang, students rose from their desks to walk past me and saw clearly that I was told to stay after.

She saw the bruise on me and was going to want to talk about it I had no doubt about that, but what was I going to say to her?

I stood up once she closed the door behind students, wishing them a good day before she turned to look at me. She sighed softly and made a face like she was searching for the words to say.

"How are things at home Lyric?" She asked me.

What? Why would she ask me that? Nothing every happened at home, my parents were busy people, nice, friendly- she thinks that they did this to me.

I looked up at her in shock and quickly shook my head stumbling over words that I wanted to say but dared to let out.

"It's okay, it's okay." She said to stop and soothe me. "If nothing is going on at home then please do tell me where you got the bruise from." She looked truly concerned.

If I were to tell her I would be dead by tomorrow. No one but my parents would have anything to say about me except that I never had anything to say.

I did have something to say. Even though someone wasn't speaking, they always have something to say.

I looked at her for a moment then shrugged lightly standing up. Sliding my backpack onto my shoulders.

"If you don't tell me anything at all I will have to speak to the principal about this for sure. We have no tolerance here for abuse." She warned me.

I became upset. My parents were good people. Maybe the nicest people in the town. They were involved in so much but they knew so little about Niall and I.

I guess that my teacher started to recognize my anger. "I'm sorry honey. I shouldn't force anything from you, you can come clean when you are ready." She said as I walked to the door.

"There isn't anything that I need to tell." I said softly before leaving the room.

My palms were sweaty and my heart raced. I didn't want to see her reaction to my voice. I didn't want to see if she was dumbfounded that the 'mute' girl sounded.

My nerves were not eased as I felt hands grab me. They didn't continue on the shove me into a locker, or to have or pull back to slap me. They only pushed me towards an exit.

I looked back to see that of course it was Niall but he looked upset. If I wasn't mistaken it looked like he was shaking. When we got outside he shoved me against the side of the building and pressed his hands on the wall on both sides of me.

He let his head down just a few inches from my chest making me uncomfortable. He then lifted a leg to nudge me in the side. I whimpered lightly.He then continued on the kick me in my legs until I had almost fell from the burning ache. He held me upright for a moment before making me stand on my own.

He dropped his head again to the same position we were in before. I was sobbing which made me worry that my breast would actually contact his face but that didn't happen.

He lifted his head to look at my face and I saw that his eyes were red. He was crying, I stopped my crying to stare at him until he moved one of his hands back.

I close my eyes flinching away sure that he was going to punch me but I never felt his fist connect with my face.

Instead, I opened my eyes to see his bleeding hand. He punched the wall instead.

He brought me out here to hurt me because he was upset. I don't know why he was upset but for the first time ever I saw him cry. I saw him have emotion.
A/n: thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it.