please don't go | p.jm

f4: please dont go

I was at school, sitting at lunch with my friends. I pulled my shirt down so no one would see the scars on my back from Derek. I looked down shyly.

"(Y/n)?" I heard a voice ask. I looked up. It was Ms. Cox. She was my music teacher. She always took me under her wing with extra practice and what not.

"Yes, Ms. Cox?" I asked back. I was wondering what she might need. As far as I knew, I had turned in all my work for her class.

"Can I see you in my office for just a minute?"

I got up and threw my tray in the garbage, being careful to grab my books before leaving for Ms. Cox's office. I followed her quick pace to the small room filled with broken instruments in need of fixing. On her desk was a clarinet and some sheet music, obviously hers. According to our principal, she was the top clarinetist in the country when she was in college.

"(Y/n)," she started. I stared back at her sweetly. "You've been acting different lately," she added.

"Different?" I asked. "How so?"

She looked at me like she was confused. "(Y/n), you know I care about my students very much right?"

I take in her words and nod my head. She does.

She clears her throat before continuing. "And I've always cared exceptionally for you. You are a very strong musician you know."

I looked at her strangely. "What is your point, Ms. Cox?"

She sighed deeply, as if what she was going to say would be forced. "(Y/n), I know your secret."

My eyes widened. How did she know? Was it obvious I was hiding something from everyone? Did she visit my house?

I gulped. "And what s-secret is that, M-Ms. Cox?" I asked nervously.

She looked me dead in the eyes. "(Y/n), I'm no fool. I know your step-brother."

I look away, trying to hide my tears. I didn't know what to do. Was she expecting me to admit it?

Before I had the chance to answer, she spoke. "I've contacted Child Services, (y/n). It is my job as a teacher to make sure you're safe at school, but it is also my responsibility as an adult to make sure you're safe at home too." She looks deeply into my eyes with a sympathetic stare. She smiles while caressing my cheek. "Don't worry, (y/n). You will still see your mom. She has done nothing wrong. But you won't be able to live with her anymore."

"What!?" I almost scream at her. "You can't take me away from my mom! She is the only thing I have!"

Ms. Cox sighs again. "(Y/n) please don't resist. I can't bare to see you hide from everyone anymore."

With that comment, I run out of her office with hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Can she even do that? Is she allowed to stalk me while I'm at school?

Without going to class, I run home. I need to see my mom one last time if I won't be allowed to live with her ever again.

When I get there, the police are already there. My mom stands outside with a few bags of mine, stuffed with clothes, talking to an officer. I run to her, disregarding the policeman, and hug her tight. I cry into her shoulder.

"Mom, please don't let them take me," I cry into the crook of her neck.

She hugs be back just as tight and whispers in my ear, "It's for your own good." She pulls away from me and wipes my tears with her thumb, smiling as some tears escape her eyes too. She takes the necklace off and puts it on me. "To remind you that I'm always with you," she says as she touches my racing heart. She kisses my forehead. "I love you."

Then, she shoves that bags into my hands and turns to walk away.

"Mom?" I call after her.

She turns slowly.

"Please don't go."

She smiles as a single tear falls onto the apple of her cheek. She blows me a kiss and walks into the house. I fell to my knees, unable to follow her. I cried into my hands as I feel a pair of strong arms carry me to the car. The policeman goes back for my bags and loads them into the trunk and quickly drives away before Derek can get home from school.

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(A/N) : YALL IM CRYING LITERALLY