a/n: sorryyy for delayed updatee, ive been busy with school:/ i know, right? well, here it is! another chapterr! this one is kind of depressinggg, and angstt? actually just saddd. all teresa, just because i needed to venttt. this happened to my friend, and i figured i should post something, i guess in her honor? either way, here yah go. :(

Teresa walked into the room.

"Just a second." The teacher said.

Patrick was making Teresa talk to the teacher about how her father was abusing her. Patrick knew that Teresa trusted Mrs. Inman. Ms. Inman was a very kind teacher of Teresa's, and even the teacher could be very strict and joking, she always took time to care for Teresa when she noticed that she was being haunted.

Ms. Inman finished talking to the student in the room, and then sent her away.

"Teresa, whats up, chickadee?" She said, organizing her desk.

"Uh, basically, Patrick made me come here." Teresa said nervously.

"Patrick Jane sent you here. Yes, he told me that you would be coming in here sometime soon, but he never said why."
Teresa just nodded. Ms. Inman got up from her desk, and walked over to sit on the desk across from the one Teresa was on.

"I want to know what's going on with Teresa. I feel like, there is this happy, bubbly and fun Teresa that everyone sees. But I also feel like there is this hidden Teresa, hiding behind a wall you've built. Like that Teresa is holding the weight of the world on your shoulders. Am I right?"

Teresa nodded back, knowing that Ms. Inman had gotten her perfectly.

"So, I think there is a problem at home. Is everything okay? Your parents get along fine?" Ms. Inman said, looking into Teresa's eyes.

Teresa looked away. "They get along fine, I guess."

"Do you get along with them?" She said, her tone getting softer.

"I get along fine..." Teresa said, her voice trailing off as she got lost in nightmares.

"Okay. That was such a lie, I can't even stand it." She said, evening out her tone.

"My mom and I barley talk. My dad, uh..." She bit her lip, knowing that it was all about to come out.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything you tell me, I promise not to repeat it. You can trust me."

"He sexually abuses me." She whispered, closing her eyes and looking down.

"Oh, God. Teresa." Ms. Inman stood up and walked over to Teresa and hugged her.

"Is he still hurting you?" Ms. Inman whispered into her ear.
Teresa nodded, a tear sliding down her cheek. Ms. Inman pulled back, and wiped the girl's tear.

"You need to tell someone this." Ms. Inman whispered, sitting back on her desk.

"I can't, I can't do that to my parents, where would I go, my brother! What would he do..." Teresa was rambling on, and choking back more tears.

"I can't live with myself knowing that you are being hurt like this, I can't do it. Is there anyone you could stay with tonight?" She said.

"Yeah, I can." Teresa nodded, wiping her eyes.

"Good. When you get home, pack your bags and go. Can I talk to the social worker for you?"

"I guess. But you have to make sure that my brother will be okay."
"Maybe he can stay with you where ever you go tonight?" Ms. Inman asked.

Teresa nodded, and grabbed her stuff. "Thank you." She whispered.

Ms. Inman nodded, hugging Teresa, and holding her tight. Teresa rested her head on her shoulder, and closed her eyes.

"You can talk to me about anything, and I promise to try to help." Ms. Inman whispered into her ear.

Teresa pulled back and looked at Ms. Inman, and smiled, drying her eyes for the last time before turning around and walking out the door.

Teresa was fighting demons in her life, but now at least she would have someone there to fight with her by her side.

i know, not exactly a spirit-lifter. just wanted an update and some people enjoy reading this stuff, i guess.