"Now please. Don't request a bloody story before heading to sleep. I'm going to have nightmares," dad laughed, standing up to walk to my shaking body slowly. "Come on, let's get you to sleep."

"Dad, I'm 16. I'm pretty sure I could handle going to bed myself."

"Yeah, yeah. Just head up the stairs. You don't want to get tackled down by the monsters now, do ya?"

I squealed loudly, hearing his growls and stomping footsteps behind me as I ran up the stairs. He was right behind my tracks and all I could do was boost my fear up and run to my bedroom, laughing.

This was a daily chase, but it's always been just as fun. I loved having such a great, caring father, but him being away from the house at noon, day, and night shifts, is really hard. Especially since I have no friends.

"Good, princess! Allow me to stuff this potion down your throat! You'll fall into deep, deep, DEEP sleep."

I gulped down my coughing medicine, rolling my eyes at his words. Let me clarify, I was daddy's VERY LITTLE, and only girl.

"Hope you get well soon, princess," he tucked me under the cold duvet before kissing my forehead softly. "Sweet dreams."

"Good night, dad," I smiled, leaning more into the multiple pillows settled beneath my head. "Don't forget to dream about that bitchy slut tonight!"

"Language, Lia!"

I softly chuckled before bringing my duvet over my shoulder. What dad had just told me a few minutes ago, was....well, pretty bad.

I can't believe my own mother was going to give me up for adoption. If it wasn't for dad, I would've been settling in a living hell.

Even he sounded oppressed talking about it, his last girlfriend ever, his first time holding his child in his arms.

His currently broken, shattered child.

What are my worries?

Walking down the school hall, or the school in general.

I feel humiliated, looking at all of them ignorant people staring at me, judging my body, my personality, my look...

Dad knows about my state, at first he thought it was pretty wonted for such an age. But then the report cards were being distributed on a sweet, beautiful, sunny day...not.

I never got informed about him coming to school for the annual guardian meeting, and he spotted me, and got a clear glimpse of my way of walking, acting and most importantly, my anti social state.

From that day then, he never stopped asking me if I was okay. I was glad he cares, but his questions slowly got me doubting myself, and later on it was no joke that I became an enclosed creature.

I hated socializing, with all its forms. My need to stay by myself increased, and after all, I stopped even trying to create new friends and bond with people.

They were enemies to me. Boy, only that it was what goes through my head, but what they do to me. Calling me names in my presence, making fun of my body, hating on my personality.

My head was constantly burning with thoughts, I felt like I never belonged in here.

And that voice inside of me telling me i should get help, was never understood.

''Y o u N e e d H e l p L i a.'

I know I do. I just don't know where to get it.

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"Move! Ugh what a freak."

Calm down and close the locker.

"Hey! I've got a class! Fuck off."

I just looked down, and sped walked to my next class, advising.

Simply walking in school brings me the chills, and those calls from people telling me to move when they're a meter far.

I love education. I just hate the factions of them people, if that makes sense.

"Class, please take a seat," our teacher instructed before I did, seeing a tall, blonde haired man about to enter the room. "Today, this lesson is about the esteem. Your feelings, good or bad. We're talking about psychology. And as you can tell, I'm not one now am I?"

I carefully listened to every word spoken from our teacher. His way of talking caught my attention. It was new, the subject itself was interesting, and the topic is even more exciting.

"This is Mr. Lynch, and he's a psychologist."

"We're not psycho, we don't need someone who wants to prove we are," it was Ted, the captain of our lacrosse team. The school's bully, or as girls liked to call him: the hunk.

"What's your name, Mr.?" The hazel eyes shone straight into Ted, the low, lustful, hoarse voice rang through the whole place. It was soft, yet very clear...very full. Almost as calming as a lullaby.

"Ted."

"Well, Ted..." He sighed, stepping in closer to the boy's desk. His figure was pretty toned, hug worthy to me, powerful, fearless. "Psychology is not just about psychotic people."

His musical chuckle filled my ears and I immediately relaxed my tensed body. I had to take out my diary. This was very inspiring, my thoughts almost overfilled my brain.

"Bringing people down is not a good strategy for 'upping' your mood, Ted."

He walked down the front column of the desks and stopped next to our teacher. "If you'd allow me, I'd be glad to spend extra time with the class."

"It's no problem, it's today's main topic."

"Excellent," he slowly took a seat while his wondering eyes scanned the whole class... Including me.

Which was no good.

"I'd like to go through each and every one of you. Tell me your name, and simple things about you. Anything, really. Let it out," he adjusted his big, black framed glasses and proceeded with his talk. "Any kind of questions are open, I really don't mind answering a thing-"

"Are you single?"

Tanya, the head cheerleader. The second bully in here, or as boys like to call her: The booty.

"Uhm yes," he nervously replied, avoiding her Fluttering eyelashes. What a bitch. "As I was saying, psychology is about letting your inner fears, demons, out. Saying what you've locked in down low in here."

His finger reached to the left side of his upper torso, patting it softly. His heart.

Take notes, Lia.

One by one i heard people casually calling out names and answering whatever he asks them. Will I really be able to stand up and say my own name In front of a whole class?

Sounds horrifying inside of my head.

"And you?"

Oh no.

Oh god no.

I can never even lock eyes with someone and he's not giving me a chance to hide from his hazel, bright orbs. "What's your name?"

It was almost as if he was secretly telling me to not be afraid, to shut my slightly hung jaw and boost the confidence and say my name.

"I'm Lia Marie Johnson."

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