Not My Fault (Edited)

Chapter two

Namjoon's pov:
I jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom, throwing up the contents in my stomach. Coughing and spitting out the bitter bile. I shut the lid and flushed the toilet, I groaned, rubbing my tired eyes. Jumping from hearing banging on the door, "Hey slut! Make sure you take the trash out before you leave for school!! Don't make me get your fathers belt!!" My bottom lip trembled, I curled my knees to my chest, quietly sobbing.
I let out a shaky breath, wiping my face, and cleaned myself up before I left the bathroom.

I stopped by the drug store before going to school. I looked at the object in front of me on the shelf, I bit my lip and let out a shaky breath. With a shaky hand, I took the boxed object, paying for it, then leaving.
I met up with my friends in the same spot in front of the school. I slowly stepped up to them, hearing as they got to a random topic and started taking about the ancient history teacher. The name haunts me now, I felt my body froze and I dozed off, thinking about my situation, or problem.
He still gives me a sharp glare, everyday in school. When I pass by him, or make eye contact with him in class. He treats me the exact opposite of how his used to.

The school bell broke my thoughts, we all head into the school, going our separate ways.

The second lunch came, I went to the restroom, taking the box out of my beaten up bag and opened it. Taking out the small stick, following the directions. I waited about ten minutes, looking back at the stick, my breath hitched. I took it and shoved it in my bag, afraid to look back at it. I bolted to the lunch room, spotting my friends sitting at the same table we sit at every day.
I sat down next to Jimin, who was sitting next to Jungkook. Hoseok glanced at me concerned, "Where were you Joonie?" I smiled at him softly, "Don't worry, I just went to the restroom." He awed, as he nod his head, they then started talking again. My mind went somewhere else though, about the small stick inside my bag, I longed to reach inside and grabbing it. Hoping it wasn't true, but if it is.... how am I going to get through this? I don't want to rely on my friends. Not even their parents.

Third pov:
"Hellooo, earth. To. Namjooooonn," Jimin waved his hand in front of his friends face, who dozed off. The said teen shook his thoughts away, glancing at his friends, who had worry written on their faces. "What's up?" Namjoon spoke up.
They all looked at him concerned and confused, Jimin shook his head, placing the back of his hand on the elders forehead. "Namjoon, are you feeling ok? You didn't only miss the bell ring, but you zoned out, again, and started crying... your face is also really pale..." Namjoon touched his cheek, immediately wiping away the tears. His long sleeve rose up his wrist a bit. Yoongi saw something on his friends arm, "Namjoon, What's this?" He reached across the table and took his friends wrist, gently, moving the sleeve up and revealed not one, but multiple bruises, in many shapes and sizes. Everyone gasped, they never questioned their friend why he always wore long sleeves, or why he sometimes flinch when they hugged him, pat him on the back, or even when he picked something up, he would hold his stomach in pain. They never questioned it, now they feel terrible that they didn't.
Namjoon sniffled, shaking his head, as pulled his wrist back. Hoseok glanced at his friend from across the table, "Namjoon, What.... please tell us what's wrong? I-If this is the reason-" "It's not," Namjoon cut off, as he shook his head. "Not completely, at least..." he then went down into his bag, taking out the stick and handing it to Hoseok. He looked at his friend confused, but took the stick from the shaking hand. His eyes glanced at the the small white stick, he gasped, cupping his hand over his mouth. As he glanced back at his friends sad, tear filled, eyes.
Yoongi took the stick from his boyfriends grasp, his eyes widened. Jimin took the stick and glanced at it, Jungkook looked at the stick in his boyfriends small hands.
Namjoon covered his face with his hands, choking on a sob.
Jimin pulled his friend into a hug, letting his friends tears soak into the sleeve on his shoulder. Jimin rubbed his friends back, until sobs died down.
"Th-they can't find out.... my parents can't find out.... th-they'll kill us both..." Namjoon gasped out, his body trembled. Hoseok stood up and went around the table to his friend, sitting next to him and rubbing his friends back in a circle motion. "We'll help you Namjoon, don't even try to talk us out of it either, we're your best friends," Hoseok whispers sternly to his friend. Yoongi nod in a agreement, Jungkook joining in, "And if I ever meet the guy that did this to you, he's dead meat." Jungkook mumbled, his friend giggled slightly, sniffling. They led him to the nurse, telling her the problem, she said she would inform the principal and gave them all notes to go back to class.
Which was their last class, they walked Namjoon to his last class.
"Namjoon, please call us if you need anything," Jimin said sternly.
Namjoon pulled his friend into a hug, giving them all a reassuring smile, "I will and thank you."
They all then head off to their classes, Namjoon stared at the wooden door. He knocked with a shaky hand, a student opened the door, stepping aside to let him enter. He slowly made his way into the classroom. Jin glared at him, "You're late," his words were like venom. Shivers ran through the teen, he handed the note to the teacher, who snatched it out of the shaky hand. "Go sit and I better not see you late again," Jin said bitterly.
Namjoon nod his head frantically, bolting to the seat in the corner, near the window.

How was he going to tell the teacher?