A/N: There is emotional abuse mentioned in this chapter, I have marked the beginning and end with a warning ⚠️ sign, please do not read if this is a trigger for you.
You looked up at him in surprise, completely thrown for a second before you snapped out of it.
“P-Put me down, IIDA!” You said sharply, struggling to get out of him arms.
“Miss L/N, if I may see your arm?” He asked as he held onto your wrist and tried to roll your left sleeve up.
“NO!” You shouted, yanking your arm away protectively.
“Miss, I will have you know that I am a qualified first aid p-.”
“You’re a fucking, qualified square, that’s what you are.” You growled, “I don’t care. I’m fine.”
Iida pushed his glasses further up onto the bridge of his nose and stared you down.
“What if your arm bruises?” He asked bluntly, “you can prevent bruising with the application of ice.”
“That’s what long sleeved jumpers are for.” You snapped at him, holding your arms out in a T pose. “That’s what I’ve always d….” you started to say, your voice trailed off as you realized you were exposing yourself.
Iida studied your face and you looked away quickly to hide your emotions.
“Miss L/N, is there something you wish to talk about?” He asked in a more gentle voice.
Your eyes immediately welled with tears.
“Shit, I can’t cry! I can’t let him know! If he found out and told the principal or something and she rang home to check and dad thought I had been saying things he would beat me to a pulp… maybe even kill me… I can’t let this get out!” You thought frantically as you set your jaw and flicked your head back to stare at Iida angrily, dropping your arms by your side and glaring at him. “No. I don’t want to talk.” You growled, your voice cracking under the intense emotional pressure you were under.
“If there’s anything I can do….” Iida said in a firm yet kind voice as his facial features softened.
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the tears from spilling out but unfortunately, before you could stop them, you felt hot tears cascade down your cheeks.
“Shit.” You grunted, lifting your arms to your face and wiping the tears away furiously.
“Please.” Iida said again and you shook your head rapidly as you started to run part him, heading for the pool stairs.
As you passed him he reached out to stop you but you flung his arm off and ran for the ladder, pulling yourself up quickly to get away.
“No running in the pool!” Iida shouted authoritatively and you ignored him as you got to the top of the ladder and grabbed your bag, running for home.
Your dad’s car was gone from the driveway as you reached your place and you breathed a sigh of relief.
“At least he’s out.” You thought as you entered the house.
“Mum?” You called gently as you entered, you were a little hesitant since you hadn’t seen her since yesterday.
You heard noise from the kitchen and she walked around the corner and glared at you.
“You ok?” You asked when you saw her black and blue bruised eye.
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“See this?” She snapped, pointing at her eye, “this is because of you. He hits me because of you being so useless and what do you do when I try and save you? You save your own ass and leave me for dead.” She said angrily. “Is that what you want? Do you really hate me that much?”
Your heart sank and you felt sick to your stomach.
“I…I’m sorry mum I-, I’m scar-.”
“You’re the problem Y/N, if you didn’t exist I wouldn’t be treated like this.” She spat vehemently.
Tears formed in your eyes again.
“I’m sorry.” You said in a wobbly voice, your bottom lip quivering as tears rolled down your cheeks again.
“If you were truly sorry you’d let him beat you like you deserve to be beaten.” She scolded heartlessly.
You covered your face with your arms and bawled, running past her and up stairs to your room.
Today had been another terrible day.
– ⚠️ END ⚠️ –
The next day at school the teacher was giving everyone back the results of an exam that had happened a few weeks ago.
You were pushing back on your chair, casually rocking on the back legs with your arms crossed across your chest, jumper still on, and not the least bit fazed about the exam results.
“Ok class, as you know, the results will be next to your student number to maintain anonymity so you need to look for your number and your exam mark will be there.” She said as she handed the results sheet to a student in the front row.
You watched as the paper was slowly passed along the line, making its way towards Iida.
He took the paper from the student to his left and nodded his thanks before scanning down the list and scowling.
You could tell he was displeased from the way his shoulders stiffened and how abruptly he passed the paper on to the next student.
Finally it came to you and you scanned for your student number, read your results, then smirked before passing the paper on.
D/F was next to receive the results page and she sighed heavily as she silently read her result.
“No good?” You asked her in a lowered voice.
She shook her head.
“Failed.” She replied in a hushed tone.
“For all of those who have failed this test, there will be a resit next week and if you fail again you’ll be required to stay for weekend classes in 2 weeks time.”
Suddenly D/F gasped, realizing the dates of that weekend.
You and her had organized to go and see [your favourite band] together and there was no way she was going to miss it.
“Nooooo.” She wailed softly as she slumped forward on her desk.
She was very quiet for the rest of that class and it was only afterwards that she came to you with a plan.
“Ok so like…” she started, “I don’t wanna miss out on seeing [band] and I know for sure I’m gonna fail so would you help me steal the answer sheet??”
“You know where it is?!” You asked with surprise.
“Yeah, in the teachers lounge, all we gotta do is break in after school and take pictures of the pages then we’ll be sweet.” She said excitedly.
“That easy, huh?” You asked with a chuckle, “yeah ok, I’m in.”