꧁𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍꧂

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The bell rang as I slowly walked out of Mr. Jackson's classroom, crying.
At this point, I didn't even care that I was late for second period.

I held on to my backpack against my chest tightly, my eyes burning from all of the salty tears caused by pain and fear.
And no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't go home early.
And when I do go home, I am NOT telling my mother.
Nobody...
Nobody will know.
I'm too scared that...that everyone will think that I wanted it.
When I really, really didn't!

So I went straight to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and cried.
I cried everything out.

"Fuck," I whispered through sobs. At times like this, I really wished Mr. Jackson had a second period.
If he did, he wouldn't have had time to...be a monster.

People say to think of happy thoughts.
But I had none. None except-

Lloyd.

I grinned a bit, my heart beginning to flutter through the pain.
But It didn't last long.
I just kept thinking back...and back...and back until I felt my Brain was gonna explode!

"Maybe just stay here for the rest of the day," I mumbled.

And that's what I did.

After school, I walked to my home, the place where I was going to pretend like nothing happened.
Just a normal day.
Just normal school.

I entered the house, calling out, "Mom! I'm home!"
She got up from the couch, running up and hugging me tightly.
I jumped a bit, my body automatically afraid of physical contact.

"How was your day?" She said.
"Pretty good!" I cheered.
She smiled shockingly. "Really now? That's amazing!"

She took my hand, leading me to the couch.
"Danny, I don't know if this is exactly the perfect time but...it's either now or never."

I gave her a confused look, curious about what she was talking about.

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