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The first two lesson's passed very slowly, and I struggled to keep my mind on my work. It was either Nan or Tom on my mind, and either way I was constantly getting snapped at by teacher's for 'having my head in the clouds'. I was more than glad when break time came around and we were released from the classroom. I hadn't been in a lesson with Kevin, Connor nor Imogen, and I didn't particularly have any other friends I could talk to, so I wandered out of the classroom and down the hallway on my own. I strolled along, heading towards the canteen, hoping the queue wouldn't be too long so I could buy a milkshake. Suddenly, my phone started to buzz in my pocket and I pulled it out to look. However, it continued to buzz, meaning that I hadn't just received a text message.. Someone was calling me. I looked down at the caller ID and my heart started to pound. Dad.

I slid my finger along the screen to answer the call. "H-hello?" I answered, my voice shaky.

"Lucy." The voice that I hadn't heard in a long time made a small lump rise in my throat. "I'm coming up tomorrow to get things sorted for my Mother's funeral."

His Mother's funeral? He was hardly her son! He'd not kept contact with her, just like he hadn't me. He swanned off with his new girlfriend and her children, forgetting everyone else who had been in his past. Even his own children...

"Don't bother. She never liked you." I snapped, feeling a little angry. He'd called me just to tell me that?! No 'how are you Lucy? How are you coping? Where are you staying? You're not on your own are you?' Heartless bastard. He really didn't give a shit about his own daughter.

"Do not talk to me like that, Lucy. She was my Mother, she loved me. And I need to pay my respects by arranging everything for a perfect goodbye." He told me.

"Well in that case, she knew how to be a proper parent then. Too bad her son didn't pick up on how to do it."

I heard his sigh. "Do not turn any of what happened around onto me. It was all your fault, you never accepted my new family. That has nothing to do with why I rang you anyway. I will be up tomorrow at midday, I'll be sorting everything out myself."

I tried to hold back the tears that were stinging my eyes. "Well you don't need to worry about me getting in the way again, you can have the house all to yourself."

"I was planning on it anyway."

I angrily clenched my teeth together, before taking a deep breath and continuing to talk. "Yeah, I'll just be spending the night at the parlour, with the other girls. Maybe we'll have a nice young lad to come in for once, instead of all the dirty paedophiles that like to stick it in." I snapped, before hanging up the phone. Of course what I'd just said was a lie, but he wouldn't have even cared if it was the truth anyway.

A tear fell from my left eye and slowly rolled down my cheek. My Dad didn't care about me in any way or form... I literally had no one left. I paused outside the canteen door, took a deep breath and wiped my eyes. I gave myself a second to compose, then walked into the busy room, keeping my head down. If I'd have known that Dad was going to call, I wouldn't have bothered to come in today. I found my way to the back of the food line before putting my head up and looking around the room. Imogen was sat at a table with Connor and Dynasty, Kevin no where in sight. A small group of teachers were sat at a table across the hall, consisting of Tom, Chalky and Boston.

Suddenly, my phone began to buzz again. I looked down at it, and to no surprise, it was Dad. I thought for a second before answering it, could I compose myself for long enough to talk to him? Not giving myself a chance to think anymore, I answered the phone again.

I didn't have a chance to open my mouth before I heard his voice. "I will not have you talk to me like that. I am your Dad. You do not mouth off at me."

I scoffed. "What you don't believe that I was telling the truth? How else am I supposed to earn money now? I don't have any decent qualifications yet, why not sell my body to men that want it?" I was so tempted to make up some gorey details, about how the men touched me, just to piss off my Dad, but he spoke up again.

"Actually, that doesn't surprise me." He laughed. "I knew you'd end up a little slut like your mother."

Something inside of me snapped. "Don't you dare talk about my Mum like that." My Mum had never been a slut, she'd only been with one man after my Dad and he'd abused her when he was drunk. Dad loved to talk shit about her to wind me up.

He laughed again, and I felt the tears sting in my eyes again. "I should have known that you would have never been worth anything better than that sort of lifestyle."

How could my own Dad talk to me like that? No one had ever said anything as horrible as that to me before.

"But why do I care," he continued. "You're hardly my daughter. You haven't bothered with me in years. You're useless."

The tears fell from my eyes and I tried to hold in the sob that was waiting to erupt from my chest. "Don't ever call me again. I want one text telling me the date and time of Nan's funeral, and then I never want to hear from you again." I cried, my voice shaky, tears streaming from my eyes. I hung up on my Dad and stuffed my phone in my pocket. Thank god Tom had his back to me, I couldn't let him see me in this sort of state again. But at the same time, I wanted someone to comfort me. Hold me and tell me everything would be fine.

I turned and tried to push through the people lined up behind me to get out of the Queue, I needed to get out this room and fast.

"What are you doing?!" Some kid cried as I pushed between him and his friend. He'd said it far too loud for my liking and as I looked up at the room, I could see Miss Boston looking at me. I knew as soon as her mouth opened that she was going to point Tom in my direction. I stood there, my legs like jelly, the tears still falling, as Tom twisted his head to look at me.

Within seconds he had been at my side, one arm around me, leading me out of the canteen. Nothing was said until we reached his classroom. He opened the door for me, then followed me in, pushing it shut behind him.

"Oh, Lu!" He cried, pulling me into his chest. I finally let out the loud sob and buried my head into him. "Shh, shh."

We stayed like this until I finally calmed down enough to speak. Neither of us moved.

"What's happened?" He asked softly.

"My Dad called." My voice was barely a whisper. "He called me a slut, told me I was useless. And said he's coming up tomorrow to arrange Nan's funeral."

Tom sighed. "That's just out of order. Does he not realise that he wasn't the only one affected by your Nan's death?!"

"That's the thing. He hasn't been affected by it. He couldn't care less, he just knows that she had no one else other than me." I sobbed. "He didn't bother with me or Nan for years, why does he care now?!"

Tom kissed the top of my head. "I don't know, but as soon as your Nan's funeral is over, I'm never letting him near you again."

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I swear, I'll never have you let down or put down like that ever again."