My English Teacher

I put my trust in him. He showed me what it's like to love again and what it's like to be loved. But we will have to knock down walls to be together.


4. Parent Teacher Meeting

I opened the door to my house. Greeted by my father with a hard slap. I stumbled back as my cheek stung. Tears dared not fall. He started to yell at me. Then punch me. He was interrupted by a knock at the door. He ordered me to go get it. I opened it. The person standing there was one that I didn't expect. 

"Mr. Tomlinson what are you doing here?" I asked. His eyes widened. Then my father stepped around from the corner. 

"Who are you?" My father slurred. 

"I am her teacher, she forgot he English assignment at school. Andrea what happened to you? " He asked. 

"She fell the clumsy bitch." He spat. Mr. Tomlinson stepped in. 

"Sir no disrespect but I know domestic abuse when I see it. Andrea go pack." He said. I froze. "NOW." His voiced boomed in the house I jumped and ran to my bags. I shoved clothes in. I was at the top of the stairs when I stopped. I heard them talking.

"You cannot take my daughter." My father said forcefully. 

"I am not, child services are. I am disgusted with the way you treat her. It is no surprise that she can barely focus in class because she is piss terrified about you." Louis spat. Then my mother came in. That's when the real shit show started. I walked down stairs my father slapped me hard. I whimpered in pain. I ran to Mr. Tomlinson. He led me out and into the car. I could hear my father yelling. I sat in the seat with tears streaming down my face. 

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