Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 6•

Neveah gets through the first three hours of the school day, and is finally reunited with the same freshmen class once again. She nonetheless enjoyed assisting Mr. Fischbach with 9th graders, but sometimes they can be more then a handful. Mr. Fischbach had given an assignment and instructed the class to begin silently, eventually one of the lower-class men decided to push their luck with Neveah. When Mr. Fischbach's stepped out of class for a moment, she had caught a handful of male students in the back talking, a couple had their phones out. She approached them, and calmly asked if they could put their phones away and quietly do their assignment.

Most of them listened but one boy looked Neveah up and down, and scoffed. "I don't gotta listen to you, princess." The fifth-teen year old said, making his friends laugh. "You're just as much a student as I am." He added. Neveah was stunned at the boys abrupt words, "I know that, bu-" The boy cut her off. "If you know that then that means you should also know I only take orders from actual teachers, it's just a shame you ain't one of them sweet cheeks." The boy spat, looking her up and down once again. The whole class fell silent.

Neveah was moments away from smacking some sense into the young teenager, luckily someone had pulled her away just before she lunged out at him. Mr. Fischbach pointed towards his desk indicating for Neveah to head back up to the front, he was staring directly at the boy who had verbally attacked her. Neveah merely backed up a bit, only because she wanted to witness how Mr. Fischbach would handle him. "And who might you be young man? I don't remember hearing you announce your presence during attendance." The teacher asked, not breaking eye contact with the boy.

"The names Christian, it's my first day at this shit hole of a school." The boy clarified challenging Mr. Fischbach with his eyes, knowing deep down that's all he really could do. "I see, now what might be your last name?" Mr. Fischbach asked sternly, now hovering directly over Christian. "Richardson, Christian Richardson." He answered with a smirk, his eyes landed on Neveah when he announced his last name.

The familiar name rung in Neveah's ears, she fully examined what the boy looked like. Blue eyes, brown-blackish hair. Her face flushed and her palms grew sweaty, a terrified and saddened look spread across her face. The boy noticed, and chuckled. "What's the long face for Neveah?" To her he seemed as if the little boy knew exactly why her mood did a whole 180. Memories began to flood back to her as a chill ran down her spine, she remembered... him. The sassy little shit in front of her had an older brother, Liam Richardson.

The thought of him made her reminisce, but yet also made her stomach unsettle. He happened to be not only Neveah's Ex Boyfriend, but her first love as well. She met him by the end of 7th grade, and the two went into high school together as a loving couple. She fell in love with every aspect of him physically and mentally. They grew up together, they watched each other mature and convey just who there were as individuals. He was her first, and she hoped deep down while they were together he'd be her only, but obviously he comes to mind as her Ex for a reason.

And that reason started to show itself Neveah's freshman year, she noticed how much Liam started to change. He began to start arguments over the littlest of things, and he began to verbally abuse Neveah all throughout 9th grade. But of course to Neveah, he made up for all of that with love and lust. By the time sophomore year came around Liam began smoking weed and drinking alcohol, ultimately leading to him getting physical with Neveah in private. She loved him so much when the beatings first started she told him she'd act like they never even happened just to continue their relationship. But as the beatings worsened, and the mental abuse ate way at her, she convinced herself it was his way of showing his love. She absorbed and embraced the pain by joining her beloved, but abusive boyfriend in doing drugs and drinking immense amounts of alcohol all sophomore year. The start of junior year, Neveah was literally watching her life crumble all because of a guy she loved.

Fortunately for Neveah's sake, by the middle of junior year he suddenly.. disappeared. When he did vanish, him and Neveah were already broken up so she didn't bother asking why he vanished or where he vanished to. She assumed he had to be returning along with his little brother, but she hoped and prayed he wasn't. She watched blankly as Mr. Fischbach scolded and practically threw Christian out his classroom for using such a tone with her. But she knew why the freshmen did, she had this gut feeling telling her Liam told him to patronize her.

She snapped out of her trace and quickly took a seat at Mr. Fischbach's desk. And watched as the still very finely dressed man paced slowly back and forth in front of the class, redirecting and instructing them to get back to work. She stared down at the wooden desk having dreadful thoughts about Liam fill her mind. She rubbed her left arm with her right hand, imagining and remembering what it felt like to he abused. She could physically feel every bruise, bump, and every drop of blood resurface from her skin, fortunately it was only her mind playing tricks on her. If she could, she'd take back every second spent with that demon, who apparently could be coming back into her life, regardless of whether or not she wanted him to.

Mr. Fischbach had seen how drastically Neveah's mood had changed during class. He started to feel worried and curious as to why she went from happy to upset when Christian announced his full name. After fourth hour had dismissed, he approached Neveah with concerned eyes seeing the frown she had on her face. He waited to speak till the last student left the classroom, "I couldn't help but notice that frown during class, is there anything bothering you Neveah?" He paused, "If its about what Mr. Richardson had said, I can guarantee you he will be dealt with accordingly."

Neveah cringed when she heard that nostalgic name once more, "Oh yeah, I'm fine sir. I don't let freshmen get under my skin, no need to worry about me Mr. Fischbach." She replied trying to play off the fact she was definitely not 'fine' moments ago. She gives him a smile, but to him it seemed forced. Neveah gathered her things and came around to the front of his desk where he stood. "Are you sure you're okay Ms. Reid?" He asked again. Mr. Fischbach could feel that something was wrong and he wanted to know, he felt compelled to solve what ever was making her seem off.

Neveah walked over to her oh so concerned teacher, his suit coat was once again off and his hands were in his pockets. She sighed and planted a quick small kiss on his cheek, "I'm positive." She said reassuringly, shaking off the thoughts off her formidable Ex, focusing on her beloved English teacher. And even though she finally seemed sincere, he could see right through her. But he could also tell she didn't want to talk, and decided to drop it for now. He stepped closer, and kissed Neveah. Intending to make her feel better, praying that no student or facility member would come through his unlocked door.

He pulled away to speak, "Oh and don't forget Ms. Reid, see me after school if you'd still like for me to teach you that lesson."