Tears | A Zamika Fanfic

Chapter 1

Tomika's P.O.V.

No one, and I mean it, knows about the tears I shed at night, no one could see past my joyful eyes and fake smiles. No one knows about what happens at night, me being tied down and beaten till I ran out of tears to cry.

This is my everyday life, and I'm used to it. Ever since I told my parents that I didn't want to be a model, I got a daily beating. Yes I know, sounds stupid, that's because it is. They are selfish human beings who was just in it for the money. Somehow they still fed me.

I sighed as my skateboard's wheels made a tiny screeching sound as I stomped my foot down to stop the board from going any further.

My clothes were soaked by then, the rain had been pelting down and I didn't own a jacket, I would've asked Summer for a jacket, but her clothes would be to big on me.

I walked into the school only to see buckets on the floor, "This happens all the time," I thought. I walked down the halls and slowly made my way to my classroom. I opened the door with a sqeak. Everyone's heads turned. "Tomika, you're late." Mr. Finn told me, "But you know, who cares."

Mr. Finn was a cool "teacher". He wasn't really a teacher, wait let me change that, he wasn't a teacher. He was a rockstar. The whole classroom was a band, a secret band, called "School of Rock".

I forced a smile and sat down in my seat. Seeing as everyone was paying attention to Mr. Finn, I tried to make it look like I was taking notes, but really I was writing about how I felt and my everyday life. I didn't realize everyone had stopped what they were doing because Mr. Finn called on me and I didn't answer. They had huddled near me and looked at what I was doing.

I didn't see anything until I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. That brought me back to reality and I saw everyone staring at me with concerned looks on their faces. I closed my notebook and raced out of the classroom.

However I didn't hear someone chasing after me. I stuffed my notebook in my locker. Tears threatened to escape from my eyes. I ran into the boiler room. Shaky breaths escaped my lips as I rocked myself, trying to calm down. I didn't want anyone to know about what happens to me. I didn't want my parents to find out and beat me up even more. I couldn't calm myself down until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I looked up and saw Zack. I cried into his shoulder.

"How much of it did you read?" I managed to choke out. "Enough to know that you shouldn't be living with those poor excuses of people." He smoothed my hair. He then noticed I was shivering, I didnt even notice I was at all, so he took off his hoodie and gave it to me. "Thank you." I said as I put it on. He got up and helped me up. I sniffled and whipped a few extra tears away.

"Let's go back to class now, shall we?" Zack asked. I nodded and we both headed back to the classroom.