Bleed me Dry

chapter sixteen

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"There's really no need for this, Ms. Tristan. The evidence is very clear and if I may-" started Hanna proudly, before being cut off.

"You may not." replied Ms. Tristan coldly. "You are right, Hanna, the evidence is clear and there really, really wasn't any need for what happened."

Hanna beamed, looking across at me. Arrogance oozed from her pores.

"The clear display of violence and hatred shown just now... There really is no excuse for it." Ms. Tristan continued, walking across in front of us and leaning against her desk, using her left hand for support. Her right tugged off her reading glasses as she held them by her side.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at both of us before standing upright, putting her glasses on her head and clapping her hands together.

"Okay Miss Foster, you can leave. Don't go too far, I'll have a chat with you later." she said, causing Hanna to leave the room with a sarcastic chuckle.

As soon as the door closed, I stood up.

"Are you actually kidding me?!" I yelled, stamping my foot.

"Are you quite finished?" Ms. Tristan asked with a blank expression. I stopped, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"You didn't even do anything to her! I can't believe you! She has been at me for weeks - months even! She's made my life an absolute misery and you can't even expel her!" I screamed, until there was no air left in my lungs.

"I can assure you that Hanna will be dealt with accordingly. Though, I can only act upon what I have solid proof of, like the fight which you stupidly started in front of the CCTV cameras." Ms. Tristan explained, sitting down at her desk with a sigh and beginning to type away on the computer.

"You know, I was originally going to give you a few detentions to cover this incident but I can see that you're... very booked this month." looking across at me, she sighed sadly as she scrolled with her mouse. "Mae, what is wrong with you? You've been doing so well lately but you're starting to slip up again. Is there something I can do?"

"Don't try to make this about me, okay? Hanna is the one that needs talking to, about the way she treats people." I declared, throwing myself down on one of the comfy chairs and hugging a crumpled pillow to stop myself from crying. "I just need her gone."

"But is this really about Hanna? Or is this your way of expressing your pain for someone breaking your trust?" asked Ms. Tristan, although I knew that she didn't want nor need an answer. "I know you've had trouble trusting people after your parents, but I really think this needs-"

"Don't." Glaring across at Ms. Tristan, I tried to choke back my tears but they somehow broke free. "Don't talk about them."

"Mae, your trust issues are causing you trouble and I need you to know that there are ways to get help." she tried, but a little voice had already stamped the idea out of my head.

Being wary of trusting people wasn't a bad thing to me, surely trusting too easily was the bigger issue.

Either way, I wasn't going to accept advice from someone like Ms. Tristan and not if it meant resurfacing my feelings for my parents.