True P.O.V

I wonder why I don't dislike Tuesdays.

It's like, it's the day after Monday, which is the day with the highest suicide rate which is completely understandable, it is the worst day of the week since it's the beginning of a whole nother week.

I was kind of hesitant to head to school since it was like a person torturers ground, but I was lucky since Union hadn't bothered me since the dance, which has been a couple weeks, thank god, and dad hasn't had any 'friends' over since a couple days ago, lucky for me.

I rub the bridge of my nose as I sat in Social Studies, Mrs. Troy was glaring me down and I hadn't done anything yet at all, but with the Troy's you'd never know, it was even creepier since her husband send me lustful glares at least once a day and I knew it, I think a majority of the kids in the class knew it, but it still didn't explain why Mrs. Troy was glaring at me like that because like I said, I haven't done a thing . . . yet.

But I didn't want to do anything wrong, I knew this woman wanted me to be landed in detention and I don't think I could take being raped again, not again.

Anything but that again.

I was glad that this was my last class since it was Tuesday, I could go home and ignore my troubles, or the ones that didn't start at home, and be glad I wasn't at school, simply because having a rapist teacher isn't exactly my idea of a good time.

I don't think that's anybody's thoughts of a good time.

I looked at my peers, who were staring at the board in a clear disinterest about whatever Mrs. Troy was attempting to teach us, I think even Mrs. Troy didn't know since every couple seconds she'd look over to the large book that had our year plans written down, I think she was reading everything out.

"-and then President W-"

"Can you please not read out of the book like a robot?" I ask quietly but with the silence in the room, everyone, including Mrs. Troy heard me, and they all turned to look at me, a few giving me looks of pity, while a few others looked at me in shock.

"Do you mind repeating that Mr. Night?" Mrs. Troy snapped, her face slightly red, knowing I was right but she didn't, and wasn't going to admit it. She was too prideful for that.

"I said," I heard a few gasps, "Can you please not read out of the damn book on your desk like a fucking robot because we all fucking know you don't know this shit either," I said confidently, not caring anymore if I got into trouble, and judging by the volcano happening to Mrs. Troy's face, I was so in trouble. No question about it.

Fuck.

Why can't I keep my damn mouth shut?

"Mr. Night!" Mrs. Troy shrieks loudly, I hear the front row of students wince and hiss about it how loudly this woman could yell, I've heard her scream from halfway across the room. "See me after class." She said sneering at me before a evil grin pops onto her face, as she tells us to read page #156, aka the page she was reading directly out of, before going over to her desk and picking up her phone, typing in four numbers before talking into it quickly, the smile simply growing on her face by each word.

Oh wait, I almost forgot about what happened on Thanksgiving with the Clenevence Estate, well nothing much really, after I went to bed, I woke up early and left, not wanting to overstay my welcome I left a small note in the main office, which had amazing security, no doubt about that, and I had left in peace, returning home, noticing that nobody had known I had left.

I had left peacefully and thought nothing about it, I didn't even give it a second thought.

I sigh as I read what the teacher bitch told us to, even though she was reading the same fucking pages not seconds ago. This school is so messed up I'm not even joking, my life is so unfair, it's not even funny.

I sat there, in my assigned seat, in the third row out of five wondering why I even care about school, it's pretty apparent with all my abuse and bullying I knew everyone who witnessed even a small snippet of my life would know that I'm probably not going to live to graduation.

Probably wouldn't live to my Junior year, which is next year and I don't know if I can even make it another year.

I lay my head on my desk after finishing the pages and realizing that she wasn't going to assign any more pages.

I looked up to Mrs. Troy, seeing how much this woman could ruin my life. She didn't look evil on sight, with her curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes, and fair skin, she didn't look like a demon, but then again not everyone had to look evil to be evil.

The bell rang loud and clear and everyone rushed out thankful the school day was over, everybody but me. I sighed as I picked all my stuff up and walked over to Mrs. Troy's desk. She was wearing an innocent smile on her face, but I saw past that. She was scheming something, and deep down inside me, I knew it wasn't good.

"Mr. Night, your behavior in class today was completely unacceptable, and I'm afraid I'll have to give you detention." She said with a sad, fake, smile. I felt my heart drop, Detention? But her husband worked detention, oh no. This, this isn't good. I close my eyes, and nod my head, excepting the hole I've dug for myself.

She handed me a small slip that had my reason for getting detention and the date it is assigned, December 9th.

I walk out of the room with my head down and the slip of paper in my pocket, though it was just paper, it felt like it was rocks wearing me down. Detention isn't a good thing for me right now, because I had gotten lucky last time, I doubt that Hiro is going to be in detention again when the day comes, and I doubt he'll be able to save me again.

But I knew if I got caught by Mr. Troy, I would be getting away, I'd be raped, and that thought scared me more than the others, it had already happened twice and I can't take it a third time.

I open my locker, stuffing everything in it, and as I was about to slam my locker closed, I was pushed ruffly against a locker. I turn around and freeze seeing it was someone I didn't want to see right now.

Union.

He was smirking at me, while I was watching him cautiously, afraid of him, but who wouldn't be, he had raped me.

His hand wrapped around my throat trapping me to the lockers and cutting off my circulation. I gasped for breath, my hands trying to pry Union's off, looking into his brown eyes desperate for him to let go of my throat so I can breathe again.

I may want to die, but I want it to be on my half, not Unions or anyone else, I want to kill myself not be killed.

He leans towards my ear, my left eye-watering as I desperately yearned for air.

"I heard you got detention," Union said into my ear. "Watch yourself Night or I'll get you right back where you started in a certain teacher lounge." He threatened, before releasing my throat and walking away, an evil smile on his face, and I gasped in air, my lungs cheering for the air as I stared down the hallway at the disappearing Union, wondering one thing . . .

How much worse can things get?