Hey, so I'm writing this right after my last post, I hope you enjoy.

"What do you mean? Who'll kill you?" She asked, her facial expression changing to confused. I didn't realise what I'd said until she asked me what I meant. I tried to face the floor again, but she had a firm hold on my chin, so I let my eyes fall to the floor instead. I picked my finger nails and hoped she would stop asking. "Mitchie. Who. Will. Kill. You?" She asked me, like I was some kid who needed everything saying slowly.

"Alex, please, leave it." I pleaded with her. Her facial expression softened, and she nodded, moving away from me and going to sit at her desk, opening her laptop and typing something.

"Right, you can go to lunch, I want to see you again at the end of the day before you go home." She said, not looking up from her laptop screen, I knew she was pissed off at me, and it made me so sad to know I'd done that to her. Her beautiful face looked so different than I'd seen her before, she looked mad, pissed. And I caused it. I didn't know what to say to her, so I got up out of my seat and headed for the door.

Alex's POV

Mitchie closed the door, and I looked up from my laptop at the seat she had been sitting on. I wanted her to tell me what was going on. I was worried about her, I saw what I thought were bruises under where her make-up had run, but I wasn't sure, so I didn't ask. I looked back at my laptop screen, and went onto my e-mail, I checked whether I had a new one. I had 3. 2 were spam, one was from Keeli, I'd set her up an e-mail address for her to send me messages. She thought it was the most amazing thing in the world.

Hi mommy
I luv u
Keeli xxx

I smiled and closed the e-mail. I heard a vibration coming from across the room, and went to see what it was. It was Mitchie's phone, which she'd left on the seat.

1 new message: Mom.

I decided to read it, I know it was wrong, but something was obviously wrong, and maybe this would be a clue towards what was happening.

And don't bother not coming home tonight, because if you don't, we will find you, and it'll be 10 times worse when you get back.

I was confused, to say the least, I didn't know what her mom meant. Had Mitchie done something she was in trouble for? Only one way to find out. I went to her inbox and went to the second most recent message from her mom. My free hand went to my mouth and I gasped loudly when I read it. The first thing I did was close the messages, then I went to the canteen, to try and find Mitchie.

It was packed, I'd never been in there, I don't normally eat lunch. I quickly scanned the room for Mitchie, but she wasn't in there. I left and went to the girls bathrooms. There were 2 girls in there having what they thought was a 'sneaky fag', I stopped and raised an eyebrow at them.

"Ms. Russo, we can explain…" The dark haired one said.

"Look, don't worry about it, just put them out and go down to the bottom of the astro turf, The head comes down here most lunch times to check for girls like you. Before you go, you look about her age, do you know Mitchie Torres?" I asked them hopefully. They nodded, and I carried on. "Do you know where she is?" I asked. They shrugged, I was about to leave, when one of them called me.

"Ms. Russo?" I turned round to face them. "She normally goes to the music rooms at break & lunch, she locks herself in there the whole time." She said. I nodded and thanked them. I ran to the music block, a few of the kids gave me weird looks because I was the only person, who happened to be a teacher, that was running. I looked through all the windows in the door, but I didn't see Mitchie. I stopped when I heard a girl singing and playing the piano.

Do you know what it's like?

To feel so in the dark?

To dream about a life

Where you're the shining star?

It was Mitchie, and god, was her voice amazing… almost as amazing as her eyes, and her face all together.

I knocked the door, and she abruptly stopped playing. She got up from the piano and unlocked the door. I walked in and sat on the spear seat next to where she had sat back next to the piano.

"I didn't know you could play like that." I said honestly. She blushed a little, which made me want to go 'aww', and shook her head. "What was it?" I asked.

"Just a song I wrote, It's nothing really." She said, looking down at the piano keys. I smiled and looked at the hand-written sheet music in front of her. The lyrics were written underneath.

"This is really good." I said quietly. She smiled, but kept looking to the floor. "Mitchie, I found your phone in my classroom, you left it on the seat." I said, Handing her the phone. She nodded and took it off me, putting it in her pocket. "Mitchie, don't be mad at me, okay?" I asked. She nodded slowly, obviously confused. "I wanted to know what was going on, There's obviously something wrong with you. Your phone wouldn't stop vibrating because you had a message. I opened it, and It confused me, so I read another one." She cut me off with a gasp.

"Shit! Alex, please, you can't say anything." She said, tears visibly building up in her eyes. I know she's genuinely worried something bad will happen, and I want to tell her I'll keep it a secret, but job before crush.

"No, Mitchie, I have to say something, I don't think you understand that. I would be fired, and I would feel so bad, know what was going on, and knowing I can help, when I'm not helping. I'll wait until Monday to tell, because right now I think you need time to understand what's going to happen. Do you have somewhere you can stay for the weekend?" I asked. She shook her head no. "Can you stay with a friend or someone?" I asked again.

"Erin's away in France for 2 weeks, and I don't have anyone else, Chloe made pretty much everyone hate me." She said, It was so sad, I felt like crying at what happens to her. She has a shit home life, and a shit school life. So I offered her a place to stay, there's no way she could stay at her house.

"Mitchie, you can't go home tonight, I can't let you, so I want you to come stay with me for the weekend, would you be okay with that?" I asked.

"Uhm… Yeah, sure, I guess…" She trailed off. I nodded at her.

"Right, you won't have your stuff at mine, but you can borrow some pyjamas tonight, and then we can go shopping tomorrow, and before you object, I really don't mind, I have a teachers salary, so I can afford it." I explained, seeing the look on her face when I offered to buy her new clothes.

"Alex, I can't let you buy me new clothes, not without paying you back somehow." She said, looking down at the piano keys.

"Mitchie, it's fine, you're paying me back by just letting me know you're safe, plus, you can play with Keeli whilst I'm preparing lessons." I said smiling at her, she giggled and nodded.

"Okay, thanks Alex." She said, a small smile forming on her make-up stained face.

"It's fine, just come to my classroom at the end of the day. Please come, because I don't really wanna have to come to your house to get you, something tells me I don't wanna meet your parents." I told her. She chuckled quietly, and I noticed that it wouldn't be a good idea for her to walk around with make-up stained cheeks. I got a make-up wipe out of my bag, and passed it to her. "Here, get your make-up off with this, I know you probably don't wanna walk around with no make-up on, being that age and all, but it's better than walking round with black all over your face." I said. She shook her head.

"Alex, I can't walk around with no make-up on." She said, I tutted, and told her to take it off. She said no, again, but in the end she took it off. I wished I hadn't made her. "That's why I couldn't take my make-up off." She said, pointing to the large purple bruise surrounding her eye.

"Okay, look, I have some make-up in my room, hold on, I'll go and get it." I said, getting up and leaving the music room.

I walked back to my classroom, and quickly grabbed my make-up bag, the bell went for the end of lunch, which made me scribble a note for my next class.

Class, gone to sort some stuff, come in and sit down, finish your work from last lesson, it's on the drying rack. Alex (:

I pinned it to the door, and went back to find Mitchie, who hadn't moved from her spot in the music rooms.

"Here you go." I said, handing her the make-up bag. She took it with a smile, and went over to the mirror (I still don't know why there's a mirror in a music room, but oh well.) She took 5 minutes putting foundation on, making sure to cover her bruise, then handed me the make-up back. "Are you okay to go to lessons?" I asked. She nodded and went to get up.

"Have a good day, I'll come and get you after last lesson, I'll just say I'm picking you up for a detention. What do you have last?" I asked. She shrugged and grabbed her schedule.

"I got double history. With Miss Greenfield." She added. I nodded, and she left, going to her lesson.

"Hey, sorry guys, I had to sort one of the kids out, Anyway, have you all finished your work from last lesson now?" I asked. They all mumbled, and I nodded. "Anyway, lets talk about you mock art exam that's coming up…"

I hope you liked it x