I don't know how many people read this beginning part. I don't usually. For thos of you who do. I'm not writing this to get people to feel sorry for me. It is from experience, and the things I write about incidents, have happened. The only thing that's different is that Ella isn't dying.

Ezra's point of view

"Aria, I can't just leave this alone."

"Please. If you think this is bad imagine how it would be if he found out. You can't do anything." she pleaded.

"Alright, but-" I stopped talking when a group of students came into the classroom. I gave a quick glance to Aria before I turned to the board. I wrote Mr. Fitz on the chalkboard.

"Good morning class. I'm Mr. Fitz, the new AP English teacher. Today you're going to write an essay. I want it to be about you, your family, anything you want. Be completely honest. This is due at the beginning of class tomorrow. You may begin." I took the time in class to write out my lesson plan for tomorrow, and get everything situated. I couldn't help but jump when I heard the bell.

"Aria, can you stay behind?"

Aria's point of view

"Aria, can you stay behind?" I heard Mr. Fitz ask me.

"What? I have to get to class."

"Please, just stay for a few minutes. I promise I won't keep you long."

"Okay." Was all I said to him.

"I'm not going to say anything, but please, if something happens again, talk to me. I'm here for you. I know that you just met me today, but I don't want you to go through this by yourself. I realize you have your friends to talk to, but I'm here too."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. I'll take you up on that offer. My friends just don't understand."

"I can't say that I've ever been in this situation, but I've had friends that have gone through things like this. Will you check in with me tomorrow? I want to know how your night went." he tells me in a non teacher voice.

"Yeah, I will. Can you write me a pass just in case?"

"Of course." Once I walk out of class I'm surrounded by the girls asking all kinds of questions.

"You guy's, one question at a time."

"What happened?" They all say together, once again.

"He was just asking me if I was okay, and what happened. He's actually really nice."

"I'm sorry, we didn't know that he was in the doorway." Hanna tells me.

"Hey, it's okay. It is his classroom, and he seems really caring. He wants to try to help me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he said that he wouldn't tell anyone, but he wants me to keep talking to him about it."

"Isn't that a little weird? I mean, you just met him today."

"Not really. He is a teacher. Ther're here to help kids. I don't think he's doing it to be weird." I tell Hanna while walking through the door to Geometry.

Ezra's point of view

Aria had been running through my mind all day. I feel so sorry for her. She seems so put together even with all of the things going on in her life. It might have seemed weird that I asked her to continue talking to me, but I am her teacher. She seems so mature. I don't know if I could do it. She seems so much older, and I enjoyed talking to her. I really hope that nothing happens to her tonight. It's not like she deserves any of it. I just don't get why her mom won't do anything about it. I could maybe understand if he was abusing just her, but she is abusing her daughter too. It just doesn't make sense.

Aria's point of view

The rest of the day went by really fast, and I was dreading going home. I knew that he didn't have to work today, so I don't know what's in store for tonight. It didn't take me long to get to my car. I don't really stop in the halls after school.

"Aria?" I turn around at the sound of my name.

"Hi Mr. Fitz."

"Hi, are you heading home."

"Yeah." I say with a sigh.

"Here, I have something to give you." he tells me rumaging through his bag.

"What is this?"

"It's my email, home phone number, and cell phone number. I want you to call or email me if something happens, okay? I know that it may be weird since I'm your teacher, but I want you to feel safe."

"I just might take you up on that. Thank you so much."

"It's no problem. Have a good night."

"You too." I tells him, getting in my car. The drive home was way too fast. I stayed in my car for a few minutes before making my way to the door. I was shocked when I opened the door.