Part 2 x

Mitchie's POV

*Dream*

Darkness. All around. It was all I could see. I felt a Sharp pain in my cheek. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't, my eyelids felt too heavy and no matter what I did, I couldn't move anything. The last thing I saw before my eyes became to heavy, was my dads fist aimed straight at my face, it was aimed between my eyes, but I moved and gave him my cheek. I don't know why I did that, because it hurt just as much as the time he punched my eye. Maybe more.

"Mitchie!" I heard my mothers evil voice.

"Mitchie!" Her voice changed slightly.

"Mitchie!" It changed again.

*End dream*

"Mitchie?" She sounded like Alex. I felt myself being shaken slightly. I tried to open my eyes again, and managed, my vision was blurry, and I couldn't make out my surroundings. I shut my eyes again.

"Mitchie, sweetie, you need to wake up." I heard who I was sure was Alex. I opened my eyes again, and blinked repeatedly until my vision was back to normal. She was smiling down at me and had her hand on my shoulder.

"What? What happened?" I asked, sitting up from my desk. I was back in Alex's class, she'd been my teacher for about a month now. She helped me during class when I got stuck, and she'd say 'Hi' to me if she saw me around school. She had no idea that I was crushing on her… and that when she bent down to help me with my work I got a nice view down her shirt…

"You fell asleep about half way through the lesson; I left you asleep because I didn't want to attract attention to you." She explained. I remembered that I'd fallen asleep whilst she was talking about some guy called… Ant Warly? Andy Warhly? And Warhol! That's it!

"I'm sorry." I said, hoping it was what she was looking for.

"Don't apologise to me. I let the rest of the class out for lunch, so that I could talk to you." She said, like she was being cautious of something.

"Shoot then." I was now fully awake and sitting up.

"Right, I fell asleep in class when I was your age too, So I'm not mad at you for doing that, but when I used to fall asleep it was because I was having problems, and wasn't getting sleep at home because of my problems. That's why other kids fall asleep as well. Is everything okay?" She asked me, with an eyebrow raised. I nodded my head unconsciously.

"Alex, if you don't mind me asking… what was it you were having trouble with, I mean… I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, it's just… I don't think of teachers having problems, they always seem like they have perfect lives and stuff." I asked, curious to know what was making my teacher sleep during class, I don't know why, I was just curious I guess.

"I was upset about stuff, it was stopping me from sleeping, I couldn't sleep in my bed, I felt alone, and scared, and unsafe. On nights when my mom was home I'd go and crawl in with her, but she worked away all week, so I was left alone." She said, seeming sad as she was telling me. "My boyfriend had killed himself, 3 weeks after I'd told him I was carrying his child." She said quietly. I couldn't help but feel bad for her, something told me she hadn't really spoke about this before properly, but the same thing was telling me she wanted to.

"What happened? Did you keep the baby?" I asked.

"Yeah, 7 months after he died I had a baby girl, I called her Keeli, and to this day, she's still the best thing I have. When Logan died, I was ready to do the same thing, I would've jumped off the same building, but I knew I was carrying his baby, so I knew I couldn't." She said, wiping the tear that had fell from her left eye as she relived the memory of what happened.

"How old were you?" I asked inquisitively.

"I was 15, I was 16 when I had her. She's 7 now, as of last month." She said with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry." I said, unsure of what else to say.

"It's okay, I mean… it's not your fault. I knew something like her would happen if I carried on the way I was, so it's my own fault. Rob couldn't face up to his responsibility, so left me to do it myself, but it's okay." She said, suddenly getting happier, like the conversation we were having hadn't happened.

"I bet she looks like you." I said happily. She nodded.

"Yeah, everyone says she does, I have some pictures if you wanna see…" She trailed off nervously. I nodded eagerly, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

The screen lit up with a picture of a young girl, who looked just like Alex, She had dark hair which was nearly black, and dark brown eyes. Her skin was the exact same colour as Alex's, and her nose was the same shape and size.

"She's so cute. She looks a lot like you." I told her. Alex smiled and put her phone back in her pocket.

"Anyway, Mitchie, You'd best go, break's over, I'll write you a late pass for next lesson. What do you have?" She asked me. I grabbed my schedule out of my bag and checked what my next lesson was. Chemistry. Alex saw what was written on the paper, and smiled. She grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Mitchie. Try and get some sleep tonight." She said with a smile. I nodded and muttered 'bye'.

I was in the corridor, and walked to my locker, everyone was in class, so the hallway was clear. I looked to the note Alex had wrote.

Sorry, Was talking to Mitchie during break and lost track of time. Hope I didn't cause trouble.

-ARusso x

I smiled at the note and walked to chemistry. Handing the teacher my note, I went and took my seat at the back, listening to everything the teacher was saying, although it was all just going in one ear and out the other. I had been in the class for almost half an hour when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and quickly read the screen.

Buy Condoms on your way home tonight. Steal them if you have to. Your dad wants pleasure and I sure as hell aint giving it to him. Your top of the list.

It was from my mom. It scared me, he had only made me have sex with him once, last week, I honestly thought he wouldn't do it again. I hoped, and I prayed, because it hurt. It was so painful, It was like he was ripping me apart. And it was gonna happen again tonight. It would be exactly the same, I knew it.

"Miss Torres, are you okay?" Mr Dalley asked from next to me. I hadn't noticed him come and sit down next to me. I nodded and swallowed hard, blinking to try and keep away the tears that I knew were coming, I couldn't let my class see me crying, they have enough reasons to take the piss, without adding this to it.

"Is it okay if I go outside for a bit, I don't feel to well." I said hopefully. He nodded.

"Of course, I'll come out to you in a minute, just go and sit outside the door." He said. I nodded and grabbed my bag before walking out of the building to the door. I sat there and let out all my tears. I cried and I shook uncontrollably, I was sobbing, I couldn't stop. I swiped at my tears and held my breath when I heard someone coming around the corner, I knew it wouldn't make a difference, I could feel that my make-up had ran and I was still letting out quiet sobs.

"Mitchie?" I heard Alex's voice from in front of me. I looked up and her and forced a smile. "What's wrong? What happened?" She asked, crouching down in front of me.

"Nothing, I'm fine, I swear." I said, wiping away more tears. I winced as I wiped over one of my bruises, but Alex didn't notice.

"Mitchie, come with me." She said, he didn't say it harshly exactly, she just said it… not happily.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed her back into the main school building and down the corridors. She didn't answer, she just stopped outside my Chemistry class.

"Mr. Dalley?" She asked through the door, he came to the door and nodded for Alex to talk. "I'm gonna take Mitchie and have a word with her, I was just letting you know." She said, He nodded again and offered me a smile. I offered a forced one back, and then followed Alex down to her classroom.

Turned out she had a free period, that's why she wasn't teaching a class when she found me. I sat at my usual desk, and she sat on the table.

"What's going on, Mitchie?" She asked me, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Nothing." I said simply, trying not to open up anymore questions.

"Mitchie, You're always really quiet in class, You never seem to be concentrating when I'm speaking, you fell asleep in my last class, and then I find you shaking and crying. A 14 year old girl with 'nothing' wrong with her, doesn't do that kind of thing. Now, again, what's going on?" She asked. I didn't answer, I just kept my eyes fixated on the floor. I felt the weight of the table under me shift, I guessed Alex had gotten off. I looked up and saw her on the opposite side of my desk, leaning over to me. I faced the floor again, and she sighed. She leant closer into me and I felt her breath on my face, her hand reached out and rested under my chin, lifting my face to look at her.

"What's wrong?" She asked me sternly. I knew she wasn't gonna back down, but I sure as hell wasn't either. I couldn't.

"I'm sorry, Alex. I can't tell you." I said, I wanted to tell her, I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn't know how, I didn't know what to say.

"Mitchie, you can, I promise, you can trust me." She said, her voice was completely full of concern, and it made me want to cry at how much she seemed to care.

"No, Alex, I really can't, If I tell, they'll… They'll kill me." I said, whispering the last 3 words.

So, this story's going a lot different than the old one. I hope you keep reading, and I hope you enjoyed. I will start writing the next part ASAP.

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