Mr Biersack

Safe From Herself

I was dreading English. I don't want to look at Mr Biersack at the moment, and I assume he wants to have one of his little chats with me, well I don't want to even open my mouth.
He's only trying to help
Well I don't need his help.

English came rushing around the corner and I was late. When I walked into the class Mr Biersack stared at me.
"You're late." He says.
I shrug, avoiding those icy blue eyes.
"Why are you late?" He asks.
I shrug, yet again.
"Go wait outside." He says.
I let out a loud growl of annoyance.
"Don't growl at me Bailey!" He snapped.
"Don't growl at me Bailey!" I mocked, slamming the door behind me. I could feel the the anger beginning to build from the pit of my stomach. I've been too busy thinking about how I was going to tell my uncle about why I'm going to live with him.

I just want to escape, escape to the peace and quiet without all the drama but there's no way in hell that will happen. I need a release, that's were cutting comes in. It's a way I can escape, all of my emotions leave me at once, it's a rush of adrenaline and hurt. It's how I escape, even if only for a moment.

Mr Biersack came out. I couldn't look him in the eye, I needed to get away from him. I needed get out of this place.
"Whats up?" He asked.
"Nothing." I replied sourly. "Now can I go in and do shit."
"Bailey..." he said sternly.
"Mr Biersack." I mocked.
"Look at me when I talk to you!" He snapped.
I glared at him. The look of concern in his eyes scared me, no ones ever looked at me like that. No one seems to care like he does. Not even my uncle.
I could feel my gaze soften.
"Are you going to tell me what's up?" He asked.
I shook my head. There was a silence and in that silence he started at me, looking into my soul trying to break my walls and finding out what was going on in my small head of hurt. I wasn't going to let him in, I refuse to.

"Go sit, we're making posters for the talent show." Mr Biersack mumbled.
I went in, sat down and began doodling random things. I didn't know what to do. Everyone was talking and laughing and carrying on. I was stuck in my own little world, the laughter and happiness turned to white noise, it was just me and my thoughts now.

"Bailey." Mr Biersack whispered into my ear. I snapped out my thoughts and looked at him, the class was empty.
"Sorry." I said putting down my pen and getting out my chair.
He started at me for a few moments, thinking about what to say.
"Are you going to your uncles?" He asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know if I want to."
"Do you want me to talk to him?" He asked.
I shook my head "no, it's fine."
"Where are you going to go then?" Mr Biersack asked.
Stop asking questions you nosey fucker
"Em dunno." I replied.
"Em well I've got a spare bedroom in my house you could stay there for a while until you pluck up the courage to tell your uncle." He said.
I shrugged.
"I'm going to need an answer?" He asked.

Well if I do go with him I'm going to have to hide my razors. And I'll have to put up with him all the time... I don't know. What am I going to do with all my stuff? I've got a lot of memories there, some that I don't want him to see. Oh I don't know!!! I mean where else am I supposed to go my uncle will just laugh in my face. Maybe just for a week or two it can't hurt me.

"Oh alright then." I sighed.
A smile grew on his face. Well a grin.
He turned around and went back to his desk to do some paperwork.
"We'll get your stuff when we're leaving." He said.
I sat back down, doodling on the desk.

•••

Time seems to fly by, before I knew it Mr Biersack and I were leaving with my stuff.

We went back to his house, outside it looked massive. It had a double driveway and a double garage. There was a black door. I walked up the stone steps. Mr Biersack opened the door and walked inside.
I walked into a large grey, black and white living room. There was a massive tv, a movie and CD rack fit to bursting, the sofa was black learned, there was a white fluffy polar bear rug underneath a glass table and the wallpaper was grey bricks on the wall behind the tv the wrest were white. There was a black chandelier that hung beautifully over the glass table.  There was a curved opening in the wall and a step down into the kitchen, the kitchen was beautiful, it was white marble flooring and a dark almost black wood for the counters, the fridge was white, there was a little island with an electric stove and chairs around it. There was huge glass doors leading onto the garden, it had a pool and the glass doors aloud light in.