HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader

06| Ms. Lonely and Mr. Popular

I can't seem to sit still in my seat. My body twisting and moving, trying to get comfortable without hurting my bruises and cuts. Under my shirt my ribs are black and blue, every inch of my body is actually. I had to switch out my skirt for pants because I needed to hide them.

I got up Saturday and I could barely walk without crying. I refused to leave the bed that day, and nobody seemed to have a problem with that.

That beating gave me a strict lesson; I will never disrespect Ryland ever again, or mess with Ginny. It hurt so bad, more than any of the other beatings I've been given. During, it felt like he was going to kill me, but after when I realized I was still alive... I didn't even know what to do.

The urge to cut was immense, instead, I found a packet of cigarettes at the bottom of my backpack and lit it up instead. It was I could do to calm down. I almost jumped from the roof too, because I had to sit out the window to smoke. These urges are too great.

I let out a sigh as I stare down at my paper, staring at these shapes and solutions on the page. Geometry is so much easier than Algebra, but my brain is too tired to solve these. I shake my head and place my pencil tip on the paper, trying to focus.

"Y/N," I hear my name being whispered from somewhere. I glance around, confused, then realize it's coming from Laurance behind me. "What'd you get for number twelve?" I raise my brows. "Please?" I turn back to my paper and flip back to the question. He's way behind.

"X equals ninety-two degrees," I whisper, lower than I expected. My throat still feels raw from screaming into my pillow last night.

"Thanks." He slaps my shoulder. I jump, biting my tongue so hard I can almost taste the blood. Ouch.

I loosen my grip on my pencil and finish the last problem as best as I can. Flashes of Friday night come back in pieces every time I close my eyes, and some don't because I don't remember much of it anymore. I'm trying to forget it.

"Y/N, do you want to go to the nurse?" I look up at Ms. Calliope's eyes staring down at me. I panic for a second wondering why she would ask that. Maybe she knows. Oh Irene she knows. "You look a bit tired." She whispers. Oh. Right.

"No, I'm... I'm good." I decline, trying to smile my way through the pain. She scans over me and nods, walking away with the corners of her mouth tugged upwards.

"Alright class, by now you should've completed those packets and have answers and work for all of them. Would anyone like to tell me the answer to number one?" Ivy and Lily raise their hands, waving them in the air.

"Lily?"

"Two-point-one." She smiles proudly.

"No, sorry Lily, next?" She turns to me as I'm covering my head, not wanting to be called on. "How about Y/N? What'd you get for number one?" I freeze. Dread and nervousness overwhelming me.

"U-Uh," I look down at my paper. Oh my, Irene, calm down, just answer the question. "E-Eight-point-one." I wait for her response. If I get it wrong people are going to tease me. Please be right.

"Good, next question?" I softly let out a breath of relief. Answering a question should be so easy, why is it so hard for me?

I catch Lily's glare from across the room, lowering my head. Oh my Irene I've done something wrong. If I've done something wrong, something bad's about to happen.

...

It takes more time to get to my locker than it usually would, but when I do, I'm almost immediately shoved onto the ground. I don't find my balance in time and end up falling onto my back, having the wind knocked out from me.