"Your a psychopath..." I said whilst backing away, as His large body towered over me with every step he took.
My breathing grew heavy, my legs trembling and my heart aching as the fear inside me spreaded like wildfire.
My back soon met the coldnes...
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MCKAYS OFFICE -
"Blake..? whats going on. I thought your first week was going considerably well." Principal Mckay spoke softly to me, concern was shown in her eyes as her eyebrows furrowed and her hands were folded neatly against her desk. I slumped in my seat as I stared down at my brown uggs.
"Mr felton was so angry, said you were skipping, shouting to yourself or someone in the hall, and disrupting teachers" She said as she lifted an eyebrow but my gaze never met herd, I began to lightly tap on the floor, my anxiety heightened.
"Come on... talk to me?" she said as she reached over the desk placing her hand on my hands that sat in my lap, I lifted my head up as I began to run my fingers through my hair. I opened my mouth like I was going to say something then stopped. "I- I dont know." I proceeded to say as I began looking down again, and tapping my foot on the floor over and over again.
I wanted to tell her. But part of me was scared, no one was gonna believe me. And even if they did what would they do about it? I remember from the very moment at just six years old my teacher escorted me to the counselors office. Where a social services worker had to come talk to me.
I remember little me sitting in one of those rocking chairs, sitting there nervously as they asked me a bunch of questions. Like why I had a huge purple bruise covering my left temple of my cheek. I sat there and didnt speak at all, every quedtion they asked me. I never had an answer to. I remember them calling my mom because I was mute, as they questioned her but she was able to sweettalk her way out of it. Afterwards I left school early and my mom and dad both picked me up, this was before he left.
And as soon as I got in the car he slapped me right across the face for the inconvenience. This was exactly how this moment felt, me sitting here talking to Principal Mckay. Felt like talking to a social services worker.
"I- im sorry. I thought someone was- Nevermind." I said as I began to shake my head, her lips puckered up in confusion as she began to speak but I lightly cut her off, "It wont happen again.. I promise."
She looked up at me sympathetically as I stood up to grab my backpack. I gave her a final glance to see if she had anything else to say, unfortunately she did not. I smiled falsely before exiting the officeroom doors down the hallway and into the bathroom. I only had two more hours of school, and I decided to spend them all huddled in the bathroom, sitting ontop of the toilet with headphones covering my ears. Listening to music.
There was no way I could go back to class, I had just embarassed myself infront of everyone, no fucking way.
