"Whoa, hey, don't do this. It's not the right choice, it's not worth it." The beige haired young man with violet eyes said. His Russian accent laying the words on thick into your mind, he sounded like he was genuinely concerned for you.
You growled, "How would you know!"
"I just do, trust me little one." He said.
You piled the stuff in your purse and just sat there, not knowing what to do, unable to move. The man knew this look way to well, and embraced you in his arms.
You shook uncontrollably in his arms and he held you while you sobbed until you could no more. When you had stopped he took you to the nurses office and did all the talking, "Ma'am, this young lady is very ill, I need to take her home."
"Are you her boyfriend?" The nurse asked.
"Yes." He lied, and it was evident but the nurse couldn't deny him.
"Miss, are you eighteen?" The woman asked.
You nodded, and started shaking again. "Alright well then just sign this and I will let your teachers know."
You nodded and signed it, with the help of the Russian steadying your hand. Then he signed himself out, and then he led you out to his truck, "Do you drive here?" He asked.
"No, I-I walk." You led him to your home and he helped you into your house. "Where's your parents, _, is that right?"
You nodded, "They-they're at work."
"Do you want to talk? I mean I read your note, but sometimes it just helps to talk right out." You nodded and he invaded your cupboards and made you something hot to drink.
"T-T-Thanks." You managed to utter.