Bad teacher▪C.B

4

"Your phone is ringing y/n It's probably your mom," Corbyn yells out to you.

"Coming," I say as I rush towards my phone that sat on the table. He was right it was my mom. "Hey mo-"

"Where the fuck are you it's almost midnight. When you said you where out with friends I didn't think it would be all night," she yells into the phone. You can hear your abusive father on the other end quietly discussing what beatings you deserve.

"Mom calm down I'm staying at Tiffinys house. Her mom's taking me to school in the morning," I tell her without even asking Corbyn if I could stay over. I just didn't wanna go home to my father.

"Sweety we would like it if you came home tonight. But if you really are stay safe-" I scoff at what she is saying. "Stay safe really it's more safe here than at home!" With that you hang up throwing your phone on the couch.

Corbyn stands leaning against his bedroom door his jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"You know I coulda dropped you off a home. So don't lie why are you staying," Corbyn asks crossing his arms. "And don't lie."

You sigh sitting down on the couch where you just threw your phone.

"I just I thought you would be okay with it.. It's late and I really don't wanna get in trouble," you say. Corbyn moves from his spot and sits next to you.

"I said don't lie to me," he whispers comfortably. You gulp and nod clearly nervous of what the older man would do.

"My dad h-he... he has issues. Always gets drunk and takes it out on my mother and I. But mostly me," I look down at the floor tears pricking at my eyes.

"What does he do to you?" Corbyn places his hand on your knee rubbing it gently.

"He does a lot it matters what he chooses to do. For me he will hit or kick using anything from his hand to the belt. Corbyn he would even lock me in the basement in the dark with no food. Sometimes a tight closet," you start to full on cry remembering the horrible memories.

Corbyn gently pulls you into his chest letting you cry onto him.  He rubs your back soothingly before pulling away and leaving a kiss on your head.

"You can stay here as long as you need baby girl everything will be alright," Corbyn whispers.

You nod and cuddle with Corbyn hearing his heartbeat in your ear. You fall asleep in his arms slowly wondering if he would be in your future.
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"Y/n You have to get up. I gotta take you home to get dressed and ready for school," Corbyn shakes your shoulders waking you up. You sit up looking around the dark room realizing that you where still at Corbyns.

"Yea yea okay," I yawn getting up from my warm spot on the couch. "Do I have to go home?"

"Yes, and if you want you can grab a few extra clothes if your staying here or at your friends," Corbyn suggests.

"I think I will be fine but thanks," I say.

The blonde just nods his head. He already got dressed by the looks of it. He wore a white button up with khakis. You follow him down to his car getting into the passenger side.

"Address?" He asks.

"***** ***** **," you give him your address which was not far from Corbyns apartment.

Once he's at your house you get out and tell him a bye and that you will walk to school. He nods and give him a quick peck on the lips before going towards your front door. Hoping that your parents where both asleep.

But of course they weren't. As you opened the front door both your mom and dad sat at the table shaking there heads.

"Who was that man y/n? It definitely wasn't Tiffinys dad or even his car. Plus you wouldn't kiss him. So who is it?" My dad asks.

I look at my mom who gives a sad and apologetic look. She always gave that sad look when something was gonna happen.

"He's just a friend I promise," I say slowly backing up towards my room.

"I don't believe you y/n y/l/n," your dad says using your full name. He gets off removing his belt from his jeans.

You turn around and run to your room to find the door not opening. A crack echoed in the room. Once, twice, three times then a fourth. A stinging pain shoots from your back to your whole body.

Tears form from your eyes as your father takes you by your hair and throws you into the closet that you told Corbyn about. He shoves you in making you land on your face. Blood gushes out your nose and you can feel a bruise already forming on your cheek along with the cuts on your back.

The door slammed shut and it gets deadbolted from the outside. The only good thing about this is that he didn't think to take your phone tho it was only at ten percent.

I text Corbyn quickly knowing that he was already at school and that I wasn't coming in today. He couldn't anything anyway if he wanted. And neither could Tiffany.

So I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone about this. I put my phone to the side when it dies on me.
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It's the next day and your mom opens the door early in the morning for you to come out. You quickly scramble past her and into your bedroom closing and locking the door. It was a normal thing. Quickly you take a shower and clean up all your cuts covering your face in makeup.

You didn't want to go to school because you didn't wanna see Corbyn. Let alone anyone. But you decided to plan something. After school your gonna run away.