Author's Note: Want to give a massive thank you to CSI Encyclopedia and guest user Waterlooroadfan for reviewing the last chapter. I, honestly, didn't think I'd get reviews that quickly if at all!

I know this chapter is slightly shorter than the last one but I thought it was best to leave as it is at the end.

Danni x

"Thanks Miss." Relieved, I thanked the teacher for helping me stand my corner.

"Is everything okay between you and Max?" Miss Mason asked as she had a hand on my shoulder. A sign of encouragement.

"Yea. The stress of the merge is just getting to him I think. He'll be fine." I made my way towards the door before Miss stopped me.

"Well if anything happens my door is always open."

I turned my head and replied, "Thanks again Miss." before exiting the office and making my way out of the building.

When I got out of the building I saw that Mr Tyler had his car parked and he was inside. He was waiting for me. That was strange. He only waited for me when I had to go straight away like if I had to go to an appointment or something.

"You never wait for me." I said as I entered the passenger seat.

"I need to have a word. At home." He then started the engine and drove out of the main gates and towards the home that we lived in. It was only me and him that lived there.

When we got home, we both went in and he locked the door behind him. Again, that was something he never did. Something was wrong. I knew it.

"What did Miss Mason say to you?" He avoided eye contact with me just like I had with him earlier.

"She was just asking how my day had been. Nothing else."

"Alright." I then went up to my room and logged onto Facebook. I saw that Lindsay was online and decided to message her about today.

'Hey Lindsay. Sorry I couldn't help you in the fight with Michaela. If I had got involved in that fight I would have got so much shit off my dad it's ridiculous. If he wasn't there you know I would've helped.'

I then pressed enter and put some music on whilst I waited for a reply. I liked listening to P!nk (much to the disagreement of my father) because she had a song for nearly everything. She doesn't sing about the same shit again and again and again.

'Don't worry about it Pandora. Honestly it's fine. If she gives you any grief just let me know.'

That made me relieved and I messaged back saying that I would. I told her to do the same even though she can stand her corner absolutely fine on her own.

The next morning, I got ready as usual. The only shirt I had ready for the rest of this week were short-sleeved and the bruises on my arm looked even worse than yesterday. I spent a good twenty minutes alone using the make-up I had to cover it up.

"Why are you spending so long? You're going to be late again." He walked into my bedroom and saw that my make-up case as out and I had been trying to cover up the bruise.

"Unless you want people asking questions about the injury you gave me yesterday, you're gonna have to wait."

"Your word against mine Pandora. You keep forgetting that."

"How else do you explain that?!" I screamed whilst pointing to my bruise which covered about five by two centimeters across my skin. He then crouched down to my height and whispered harshly into my ear, "You hit it on the car didn't you Pandora?". I took a deep breath to try to keep myself calm as he walked out of my room and walked away. I assumed he was just going to go to school and let me walk and be late again.

I was in science with Mr Mead. Apparently, he was the new deputy head but I recognised him from the days of John Fosters. I arrived late and sat down in my seat which was the closest to the door. He came over and gave my an exercise book before having a word with me.

"Why are you so late Pandora? It's the second day you've been late."

"I overslept and I then realised that I had forgotten something so I had to go back to get it." I lied.

"Okay. I'm just worried about you that's all. Normally your attendance and punctuality isn't a problem."

"I know. Thanks Sir." I gave him a false encouraging smile and got on with the work he had set as best I could. But I couldn't stop thinking about what was going between me and my dad. I wanted to tell someone about everything but if I told Rachel he would just make things worse for me. I don't know how long I can go like this.