Help Needed

Chapter 2

I grab some clothes, but always wear my gray sweatshirt over my shirt anyways. I start walking to school, and realizing im late AGAIN. Mrs. Greenleaf is going to kill me.

I saw in the classroom. Before im even halfway in the classroom, I hear Mrs. Greenleaf say, "wait outside the room". f u c k.

I walked back out the door, and she was right behind me.

"Liam... What happened?!" she asked me. How the hell did she notice. There was hardly any damage to my face and the rest is covered up. Oh wait, its because ive been limping. Damn.

"Take a guess," I shot at her, but didn't break her mood. She's been so nice to me all day, just like the end of yesterday. I sat in a chair. She slowly came closer to me.

She reached her hand out, and gently touched my bad wrist. I winced and pulled back. "Please.. Let me see. I'll hardly touch it". She touched my wrist again and rolled up my sleeve. Lets just say, my wrist is kinda bruised... Badly. She scanned it over.

"You don't get in fights, do you Liam?" she asked. I didn't answer. I was close to just crying my eyes out, but I cant do that here.

"I'll be back," she said as she walked off. I looked at my wrist again. I sighed. It looked really bad.

A girl walked down the hallway, and stopped to look at me. "Hey, what happened?" she asked. "Nothing". She sat down next to me. "Wait, you're Liam. The 'bully', as everyone says at least. I don't see you hurting anyone. All I see is you with injuries, and rumors spreading around."

I nodded my head. "You seem so nice. How could anyone every think of you in such awful ways?" she asked. "So, what happened to your wrist? If you don't want to tell me here, you can come to my house after school and tell me," she smiled. I nodded. "Alright, after school," I agreed.

*

Not much else happened at school. As soon as the bell rang, I waited outside for the girl, I believe her name is Kayla.

I found her and we started walking. "Aw, why are you limping?" she asked. "I'll tell you later," I answered. Within like 5 minutes we were at her house. We sat on her couch, as I sighed. "Well, you gonna tell me?" she asked.

I nodded. I'm actually going to do this. Holy. Motherfucking. Shit.

"M-my father," I answer.

At first she is confused, but after a minute, she knows what im talking about. "Can I see what he's done to you?" she asked. I nodded. I pulled my shirt up, to show her the enormous bruise on my shirt.

"oh... my... god, that's terrible"

At this point, I was bawling my eyes out. She rubbed my back slowly, comforting me, and gently hugged me, trying not to hurt me in any way.

"You're the first person ive actually ever told, unless you count Mrs. Greenleaf figuring it out herself as the first person"

She comforted me more, until I realized how late it was, and had to go back home before dad killed me. "I have to go," I sighed, and got up.

She looked a little sad to see me go, but I had to. I walked home, expecting to get beaten, but my dad was asleep on the couch. I was saved.

*

At school, I was actually on time. It actually shocked me. Im still wickedd sore, and practically everywhere hurts. Here we go again, Mrs. Greenleaf's class. You know what, I don't even care anymore if I tell her.

I walked in, and as usual, she asked me to wait outside the classroom. I sat in one of the chairs in the hallway.

She came out of the classroom. "Liam," she started as she walked over to me. She sat in the chair next to me. "I need an actual answer. Yes or no, do your parents beat you?"

I nodded. I used my sleeves to cover up my eyes, because I could tell I was crying. I was shaking. She hugged me.

"Its only my dad. My mom is dead. Every night when I get home from school, for no reason at all, he just starts to beat me. He doesn't stop. He always reminds me of how awful of a son I am, or how my mom would be so ashamed of what ive become.. People at school, they made all those rumors up about me getting into fights. I have never hurt anyone, and I don't plan to. Nobody would ever think of what my life really is," I explained while sobbing.

She gently and slowly pulled away from her hug to me. She gently got ahold of my good wrist and unrolled the sleeve. She saw all my cuts. After being called the worst son in the world, or hearing how stupid I am, I felt I needed that pain to take away from the emotional.

"Please, don't do that to yourself. You don't deserve it. People love you."

"No, no they don't. The only friend I have, is a girl I met yesterday. People have always hated me because they thought I was a bully. They wouldn't even look at me. All my teachers hated me, including you. I felt alone. You know how it feels? To be completely alone? No. You don't. Nobody would look at me, talk to me. Then all my teachers hated me anyways. Just to go home to get beaten by my father every single night. That, is pure torture."

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SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES!

~ Caitlynn